It had to happen someday...

[totallytrustworthy]

Who: Chloe Frazer and Charlie Cutter
Where: BLOOD AND THUNDER THE ARENA
When: June 21st
Warnings: Charlie is an idiot; Chloe isn't much better

"When I said blend in with the locals I meant more like 'have a pint with them', 'talk about current events', 'tell them you grew up on the east end of things'." She's no more than a step behind him, hood pulled taut across the curve of her skull with both hands on the drawstrings, groaning out her best interpretation of a kid being dragged to the store by their currently least favorite parent. "I didn't mean actually turn into a giant fanatic."

A giant, geeky fanatic that seriously suggested this as a discreet place to meet up. 

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[totallytrustworthy]

Chloe pauses at that, clearly mulling over what he's told her (or possibly letting the lager settle in her stomach).

By their standards it's a good plan. Better than good, actually, it's genius compared to 'try not to die while leaping off a forty foot cliff holding c4'. And this? Well as it's worked so far, it can't last, Chloe knows that. Probably better to go all in than die huddled in a corner.

"Okay." No joke, no sass. Just the bottom line this time.

[alittlesweptup]

It's not what he's expecting from her. What he's expecting is a thorough dressing down, a slap maybe. And while he'd done this in public in an attempt to mitigate that likelihood, he certainly hadn't anticipated it going-- well, anything near this well actually.

Charlie blinks, shifting his fingers on the plastic cup. He takes a sip, clumsy, and quietly wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Really? That's it?"

[totallytrustworthy]

"Next round's up." She snorts, barely suppressing a smile against the edge of her glass. Followed by dimming lights and pyrotechnics and the booming sound of the announcer's voice.

Her elbow scuffs lightly across his.

[alittlesweptup]

So it is.

His look on her lingers, a distinct uncertainty in the line of his mouth as if he's waiting - giving her another few moments to change her mind, to let the other shoe drop. But when it doesn't come, he finally settles. Takes a generous swig from his cup (which...puts him down to dregs, officially). Alright then.

Empty cup or no, he offers his cup - clicking it neatly enough against hers. "Cheers, darling."