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Gallowglass has staked out a small table while waiting for Rhapsody; he looks a little ragged around the edges, with a broad collection of scrapes and bruises. He doesn't seem all that terribly worse for wear, all things considered; keeping up the trend of a new wardrobe, he's dressed in a short sleeved button down with a print of koi fish on dark blue and a pair of light aqua chinos.
Rhapsody strolls in, looking around with a smile, she's wearing a pink cami-style tank top and a pair of denim capris with the same white kicks she had last time they ran into each other. She pauses just inside the bar and takes a deep breath, taking everything in for a few moments before looking around with a little more purpose, she grins when she finds Gallowglass and saunters on over, taking a seat across from him. "What are we drinking?"
He gives Rhapsody a lopsided smile, settling back in his seat. "I don't drink, but you're welcome to. Anythin' you want, I'll run and grab it."
She wrinkles her nose a bit, looking around. "Then why did you invite me to a bar? " She grabs a drink menu and starts flipping through it. " I can wait for a server, you don't need to scamper back and forth all night." She pauses then, looking him over again, measuring him up in her mind. "Though I guess you're probably not much for scampering anyways."
"Because I like this bar," he counters, folding his arms on the table; his brow furrows. "Why? I can scamper. I scamper all th'time."
"What do you like about it" She grins a bit, mental images are great that way She looks back at the menu again as she considers what to get.
"Th'people are good, nobody gets pissy drunk and acts like a shit. Least, hasn't happened when I've been here. How goes th'settlin' in?"
"oh good." She nods and closes up the menu, putting it back with a grin. "I don't imagine a lot of people get that pissy around you, I mean, I'd avoid it. And acting like whatever you called a shit I think. Wanna split an appetizer or something? Im not starving but I should probably eat."
"I could always eat, sure. Th'nachos are really good." He lifts his chin at the menu, laughing a little. "Yeah. I get asked t'be a bouncer a lot. Bars, clubs, a Denny's once..."
"Nachos it is then." She nods with a grin. "Must have been a rough Denny's! Thanks for not asking me there." She looks over at him again, studying a couple of his bruises. "Were you there recently?" She asks, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Where, Denny's? Oh." He touches one cheekbone, realization dawning. "No, I was...gardening. Lots of thorns in my garden."
"Oh, gottchya, gotchya." She nods and then looks over at the server, ordering the biggest nachos they have and the biggest strawberry margarita they have too, then she looks back at Gal after the server leaves. "Any other hot spots a girl should know about? Guess we never really talked about that the other day."
"Club Vertigo is pretty popular too, more like a dance club than here. You been to Fairmount park already. D'you like t'read?"
"Oh, oh, hmm, that's an interesting question." she rubs her jaw in thought. "-Mostly- I've been reading magazines, just catching up, you know how it goes.... reading for fun could be an interesting experiment. Let's pretend I do like to read, what are you going to say next?"
"Oh, just that there's a real good used bookstore, Shelf Indulgence. I like it, can get books for real reasonable there. Oh, and Maddy's Wafflehouse. It's a diner, I'd say th'best diner in town. More important, she keeps it for those in our sort of society."
"oh, alright, used books might be a good start." She nods thoughtfully. "sounds like we've got lots of places for you to take me." She says, then her margarita shows up and she gets to sippin.
He laughs a little, brows lifting. "Oh, I'm takin' you all those places, am I?" Gallowglass' phone pings at him; he draws it from his pocket to check the screen, shoot off a text.
She grins around her straw, then glances up at him. "I mean, I guess if you really don't want to I won't make you, that wouldn't be very nice of me." She sighs dramatically and clearly insincerely. "I guess I'll just have to sort it out on my own." She says with a pout, before taking another sip of her drink.
His brow furrows, a frown tugging at his features as he looks at his phone. "Oh, quit. You don't gotta go bein' a martyr over it. You know I'll take you." He sounds amused, at least.
"Ummm, everything alright?" She asks, straightening up just a little, expression getting slightly more serious.
"...No," he murmurs. "But...better we talk while we're on th'move." he leans to one side to slap a twenty on the table, rising. "Just gonna tell Caleb that we gotta jet - I work here sometimes," he explains. "We'll take a nacho raincheck." He shoulders his way through to the bar, which for him is not difficult at all. He leans over to murmur to the bartender; after a moment they bump knuckles, and he's returning to Rhapsody. "Ready?"
She sucks down as much Margarita as she can while he's saying his goodbyes, she wipes her grinning lips and nods. "Lead on!"
"Nice effort," he compliments, brows lifting. He turns to head out, clearing a path to the door with relative ease.
she snags a beltloop and follows him out!
"Oop," he amends, stopping short; his gaze lifts from his phone. "Hold up, we might get those nachos after all."
She bumps up against him as he stops fast, then laughs a little and takes a step or two back. "Pretty solid." She mentions, mostly to herself while he's looking at his phone.
"Yeah, we're good," he says; he stows his phone in his pocket, heading back to their table. He gives Caleb some sort of sign language to get their order rolling again, and reclaims his seat. "So anyway, what were we talkin' about? Oh, all the trips we're gonna take."
She stays attached to the belt loop until they get back to the table, sliding back in across from him. "Yeah...." She says, studying him a bit as she catches up with the whiplash.
He studies her back, brows lifting. "What?"
"Just... umm... catching up, that was a lot of mood shifts all in a row. I think I'm all caught up now." she says with a smile.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he tries, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I kinda get called up to do odd jobs and th'like around the uh...estate," he explains. "The one with the thorny garden."
"That's not a very nice way to talk about Astrid." She says, deadpan, then she laughs. "No no, I know what you mean, they should be more careful about calling you, make sure they really want you before they get you all riled up."
He laughs in surprise, shaking his head. "Don't say that. And don't tell her I laughed at that. She's a firecracker. Oh, they do; I just don't gotta get there tonight."
"I probably won't tell her." She grins and gets to work on her new margarita. "Anything i should know about?"
"Sounds like shit's goin' down, some of us are in danger, and I gotta watch over somebody." He folds his arms on the table, leaning forward over them. "I told 'em I'm showin' around a new friend, that people need t'watch out for her while I'm on sentinel duty."
"Well, hopefully that's the good thing about being new and I'm not in the some of us that are in danger." she says, leaning back in her seat. "Thanks for looking out for me. I can lay low for a bit though, I don't think anyone has to like..worry about me or whatever."
"You don't gotta be alone. That ain't how we do shit around here." He says it with a note of finality, as if that's settled.
"I just mean if there's stuff going on." She shrugs a bit, thinking about it. "Who is it you need to look after, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I have no idea," he admits, shrugging brawny shoulders. "Mearc asks me t'do somethin', I do it. Some people are leaders. I ain't a leader. People tell me what t'do, I do it. Point me in th'right direction, turn me loose. Usually works out pretty good."
She nods a bit, then looks up the ceiling, considering. "Well, when you know what it is you want to do, let me know, maybe I can help."
"What do you mean? When I know what I want to do?"
"Well, when you know who it is, or whatever." She shrugs a shoulder. "Sometimes I can.. help things along, make them happen."
"Oh, right," he nods. "No, absolutely, songbird. I'll keep you in th'loop. If nothin' else, I like lookin' after members of th'clubhouse."
"Yeah, I sort of picked that up about you, you're a real chivalrous type, aren't you?" She grins a bit and leans forward slightly in her seat, seeming to relax enough to drink some more of her drink as the nachos are delivered.
"Ew," he retorts, making a face at her. "No. Chivalry is gross. You can look after people and care while still makin' sure they take their own power."
"So what -are- you into then?"
"Empowerment. Safety." He hesitates, stroking his beard for a moment. "Family."
"That got deeper than I expected..." She says, smile softening just a bit, slightly less manic at least. "What do you do for fun?"
He thinks on that a moment, his expression turning sober. "I don't...know," he admits. "Seein' people I care about is fun. Workin' at th'shop is fun. Goin' to tattoo school, that's fun, means I can get a better life." He hesitates again, brow furrowed. "I wanna get a dog."
She nods a bit, thinking. "Do you know if you had any fun before your trip? Something you could start doing again?"
He flinches at that, gaze dropping to scour the tabletop. The Nachos arrive, a pleasant distraction. "I was in prison before my trip. I was...honestly, I was a pretty big shithead back then. I like t'think it's wearin' off, but I have my moments."
"There's lots of fun things that can get you in prison." She says, to reassure him, she shrugs and grabs a nacho. "Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, what did you play as a kid?"
He laughs a little. "We played cops n' robbers. I was pretty good at it, but...one time we got a little carried away and broke the safe in the director's office. Wasn't even anythin' in it, just...wanted t'see if we could crack it."
"You were a robber then?" she says, laughing a little "Nothing in it at all? Not even a scandalous love letter or a picture of the beach or anything?"
"I was always th'robber," he replies, breaking into a slow grin. "Natural talent. Naw, nothin'. We were hopin' there was chocolate or some skin mags or somethin', but nope. Not a damn thing. I remember bein' really pissed about that."
"This director guy sounds pretty boring. So did you guys get caught that time or did you pull off the caper of the year?"
He grins ruefully, rubbing the side of his neck; a little laugh escapes. "Yeah, we got busted hard," he admits. "S'why I was so pissed off. All th'punishment, none'a th'reward."
"Maybe you just haven't gotten the reward -yet-" She eats another nacho and sips some more margarita. "So what were you? Lookout, safe cracker, get away driver?"
He sobers, buying some time by eating a few nachos; his gaze rests on the plate. "I was the muscle."
"Wait, weren't you a kid? Or did we just time warp?"
"When I got older," he explains. "I was the muscle."
"Well, I mean, I bumped into you earlier and... that makes.. a lot of sense." She says with a wink. "When you start guard duty are you going to tell me where it is so I can bring you snacks? What kind of snacks are your favorite?"
His mouth tugs to one side, lips pressing together. "I can meet up with you when I'm not on duty. Don't think I'm gonna be there 24/7 or nothin'." He's thoughtful a moment. "....I like butterscotch krimpets. Y'know the ones, the Tastycake snack?"
"Sounds like gas station food?" She asks, raising an eyebrow and taking another sip of her drink.
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