He tossed her a cheeky, devilish grin as she mentioned being a city girl 'by force' and obviously not by choice. Hell, no one chose to grow up where they did, it wasn't up to them. And often you stayed where you where comfortable, likely someplace similar to wherever you did grow up. Or you headed for the polar opposite fist chance you got. "Eh, I think we can forgive ya. Just this once though. Sounds like it serves him right" His took a deep swig from his glass, swallowing just before she mentioned how good he looked. Well that's what he got out of the comment, maybe that wasn't what she meant though.
"Yay, it was tough, but it worked out well. Its a good town, good people." He listened as she spoke about her own job, how she'd gotten it. Likely she felt like she shouldn't have gotten the job, or that she didn't deserve it because she hadn't worked for it. "Like the job?" honestly that was what mattered, even if the manner in which you obtained the job sucked, if it was doing something you loved.... It was worth it. He hadn't liked the way he'd gotten his job either, but once he'd thrown off the shackles that had been strapped to him and his position... Well things had been smooth and beautiful since then. Petty complaints, rarely anything more than a drunk teenager or a minor domestic. But then, that was before the locals had come back to town. Things had been a bit more lively for the last few weeks,
He glanced over at her slightly as she leaned back to flag the bartender down. The poor girl likely just wanted to go home at this point with so little business. Seemed everyone either thought the club closed for repairs, or didn't want to drink in a place covered in bullet holes. Who woulda thought? With his sidelong glance, he had a lovely view of the cleavage her shirt allowed. The slight hum between them seemed to liven up, sending up invisible sparks as her knee brushed his. He brought his drink to his lips, keeping her just in the edge of his vision as she turned back. He didn't want to do anything stupid, like make her uncomfortable by oogling her tits. But they where pretty nice, if he did say so himself.
He cocked a dark brow at her question, chuckling as he swallowed. Fishing some now? Not that he was complaining, it just showed him that she might be interested. "Nope. Life long bachelor. Not much in the way of single women in this town. They tend to get snatched up pretty quick" He smirked slightly. What few women were single around here... so not his type. Usually the 'professionally single' type, jumping from man to man , only staying so long as he gave her what she wanted or till she got bored. "You?" Well, it was only polite to ask back, right? By her body language he figured she was somewhat interested. Being the good guy that he was, the idea that an involved woman would flit, even so slightly, was absurd.
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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