Well, it's the fist time anyone's ever been pleased to meet me, so I guess it's a night for firsts.
[There's a little shuffling and the sound of skin against warm leather, and a gun finding home in its holster at her hip.]
You're cute, so I'll take you at your word, Matty. [And Peacemaker's pretty convinced he's not a demon, so yay!] Lemme get your next round to make up for interrupting your drink.
[Somewhere in New York, Foggy is feeling a sense of foreboding that he can't explain. Matt no. No, Matt.]
[That either means that manners are dead and gone or Jessica Jones has a long lost sibling. Oh good. The gun is out of the way. Trust and believe that Matt makes a note of it's existence. Just in case.]
Ah, thank you. [The promise of more alcohol gets a sincere grin.] You uh usually welcome people this way, Wynonna?
[Tingling? Foreboding? For all his heightened senses and past blunders Matt...carries on the only way he knows how.]
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[There's a little shuffling and the sound of skin against warm leather, and a gun finding home in its holster at her hip.]
You're cute, so I'll take you at your word, Matty. [And Peacemaker's pretty convinced he's not a demon, so yay!] Lemme get your next round to make up for interrupting your drink.
[Somewhere in New York, Foggy is feeling a sense of foreboding that he can't explain. Matt no. No, Matt.]
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Ah, thank you. [The promise of more alcohol gets a sincere grin.] You uh usually welcome people this way, Wynonna?
[Tingling? Foreboding? For all his heightened senses and past blunders Matt...carries on the only way he knows how.]
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[The drink comes quickly enough, as does Wynonna's next round. It's a different brand than Jessica's usual poison, at least.]
Should I leave you to your drink, Matt? Or should I try to be a little more neighbourly?