dawla (dawla) wrote,
@ 2008-10-03 11:03:00

for Hiro

The quiet bar Leo usually haunted was closed for remodeling. With Leo's luck, it would re-open as the latest zen hotspot--or other some such yuppie bullshit theme club. He'd have to find a new place to relax after work was through. The local cop hangouts were not an option, considering most of the people he worked with didn't like him. Respect and like were two different things, and while Leo had earned their respect, they still didn't like the little sonofabitch.

This watering hole was a few blocks down from his old one. He'd tried to go downtown instead of uptown, but really either way had its serious drawbacks. "Why don't everything stay the goddamn same?" He asked his beer, looking down into it. The bartender looked at him oddly, and Leo waved him off. The place had typical music, typical everything, and at least it wasn't trying to be anything it wasn't. That was a blessing these days. He sat there, looking tense for a man who was on his third beer.

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dawla
2008-10-07 05:36 am UTC (link)

"They're remodeling my usual hangout." He picked up with that tidbit of information after a couple moments of silence. "That's why I'm stuck in this place--can't go straight home after work." It was just too depressing. Somehow a few beers out was so much better than sitting in front of the television drinking alcohol alone, the only company your dog.

At the risk of sounding cliche, he flicked his gaze back at Hiro and ventured a question. "Is this where you usually come?" Often times people had habits, specific haunts that belonged to them.

	Woot! dawla 2008-10-07 06:27 am UTC (link)
	That shut him up for a second because the question was so valid he had no choice but to consider its true answer. After a couple moments, he pulled back the last swig of his fourth beer and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess people like you always end up causing me problems." Even if that answer was convoluted, it hung out between them like some form of confession. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crucio 2008-10-07 07:09 am UTC (link)
	Hiro lifted a hand up to his lips, his fingertips brushing against them in thought as he let his eyes flicker downwards. He watched Leo pull out his wallet and then he lifted his attention back up to the man's face. "Why do you say that?" he asked, arching a brow, "Are you in law enforcement?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dawla 2008-10-07 08:49 am UTC (link)
	The choice of words amused Leo and he finally broke into a smile, one that reached up into his dark, round eyes. "Then I could hardly charge you for that. You'll have to come up with a less illegal way of seeing me again if that's something you want." He hesitated a second. "Unless you're looking to avoid me, in which case, you're golden." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dawla 2008-10-07 06:34 pm UTC (link)
	The cop-instinct to jerk his hand away was overridden by the strong desire to be touched by this person. He dropped his eyes to watch the scrawl of the pen, revealing the kind of information that unlocked Hiro to him in a way. "All right. I guess it is." He put his wallet back into his pocket and searched for his keys, fumbling more than anything. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crucio 2008-10-09 07:13 am UTC (link)
	Hiro didn't say anything else after that, instead he simply sat back down and watched Leo with a faint smile. He liked Leo. He was interesting. Dark and broody and so many other things, Hiro was certain. And those things? Hiro wanted to find them all out, if he could. (Reply to this)(Parent)