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A hole-in-the-wall joint.

[Shaw says - her face still impassive, but giving a quick nod of recognition.]

I've visited a few of those myself.

[And more often than not, she's been one of the questionable people: if not there specifically for shady business, than using them as rest points between shady jobs, places to blow off steam before getting back to work.]

Okay. Tell me about your bartending job. You wanna hear my soldier stories, or is that too much?

Basically. Built a community around it.

[He inclined his head, appreciating that she had some experience with them. They were all different, of course.]

Hopefully most of those were a good time, yeah?

[Whatever time that was, of course. Vander was used to all types in his establishment, though of course he had his regulars.]

Soldier stories, hmm? I'd be interested. [He leaned his forearms on the bar and swirled his drinks.] Now what story could I tell you? Ah, I don't have bouncers at my place; I'm the one the breaks up the scuffles. One time, there was a ten person fight right in the middle of floor. Chairs flying, tables toppling over, people jumping on each other, drink making things slippery. It turned into such a night.

Was it an ambush? Ten on one?

[She's seen a fair number of those; nothing about her tone indicates that the idea shocks her.]

Or are we talking ten individuals getting into a drunken brawl for no particular reason?

Squabble over a gambling game. People took sides and it was mostly a free-for-all.

[He shrugged his shoulders. It was common, though he preferred to limit the property damage to his place when and where he could.]

You ever been in a brawl before? They can be fun. You seem like you have a mean right hook on you.

[Shaw hmmmms, giving the question some consideration before answering. Violence is a contextual thing for her, and "brawl" has certain connotations, so--]

I've been in battles, and I've physically defended myself and others. I've thrown a lot of punches. And I've even gambled a little, but, uh... mostly I've broken up bar brawls with a little added violence of my own. Not starting things, but finishing them.

[Does that count?]

[Vander nodded his head in understanding. That sounded about right for him; he tended not to start fights, but he was more than capable and at times willing to finish them. In his youth more so than now. He tended to play it on the reserved side these days.]

So you're a scrapper. Do you have formal training or learn as you go?

[His interest in this rose at the conversation. She looked like she could hold her own.]

Mostly the first, a little bit of the second.

[Even with extensive military training, there are things you don't learn until you're fully in the field; things you can't pick up through anything but experience.]

But you - I bet everything you know, you learned on your own. Is that right?

There's value in both. You can be taught everything, but if you don't practice in real situations, it can be limiting.

[He had no doubt that she could hold her own, and he currently wasn't interested in challenging her to see how his skills measured up to her own. No doubt there would be opportunities to see her in action. They could enjoy their drink together.]

Mostly. I was taught how to punch so I didn't break my knuckles at a young age. Everything else was trial and error and watching other people before practicing. Mentors were hard to come by, and formal programs were never offered to the poor kids.

But you needed to know how to punch, huh. Sounds like a rough neighborhood.

[She sounds matter-of-fact rather than properly sympathetic, but that's just her baseline: which tends to be refreshing for people who don't particularly want sympathy, and disconcerting for people who are looking for commiseration.]

My dad was a soldier. I didn't start out wanting to follow in his footsteps, but it's where I ended up, and I don't regret it.

Eh, I wasn't much of a biter, so fists seemed a better option for me.

[If she had made the assessment of the rough neighborhood, he wasn't going to confirm as it would be pointless. She had her answer, and he had grown up like that and learned considerable amounts despite the environment. He didn't need sympathy; his city was the way it was and it made him the man that he was.]

Was your father a good man or a good soldier then?

Both.

[She sounds as subdued and straight-forward as always, but still, there's conviction in her voice. Shaw may struggle with feeling things strongly, but she believes this strongly - and in a sense, maybe that amounts to the same thing.]

He cared about helping people and keeping them safe, and he - he and my mom - raised me to know how important that is. I'm lucky as hell that they did; I don't know where I'd've ended up if they hadn't given me those values.

That sounds real nice.

[Vander could hardly relate on that point. His parents had died when he was very young, and he could barely remember their faces. Their influence on his life had no doubt been profound for those years, but he had spent much of his time making his own way under the stretched and exhausted guidance of orphanage matrons. Kids were found their own way on their own more often than not, forming gangs of gaggles of kids to survive.

Still, he had been a father long enough to appreciate the idea and liked to think he had provided that to his own children. Those that were still alive anyway.]

I think you would have made your way, but their impact seems to have driven you in a particular direction. What do you do the pass the time here since there is no formal military, no enforcer presence and limited punishable crime?

Well...

[She makes a show of looking around the bar, dry amusement curling her lips slightly upwards.]

Apparently I look for hookups online. Trust me, I'm not too happy about the state I've been driven to, either.

[Vander made a point of turning his head to look around the bar as if he was also examining the place for this mysterious hookup she was talking about. He took a sip from his tumbler and offered a contemplative 'hmm' in response.]

Who isn't looking for a good time to pass the hours now and again? Besides, we're just sharing a drink. You line up a few people to hookup with, or am I just special and persistent?

Mm, a few. That a problem for you?

[If he's the type to not want to hook up - or even just get drinks - with someone who keeps several irons in the fire, it's good to know that up front.]

Not at all. The more the merrier and otherwise, who you see and when is no business of mine. I'm just enjoying our time for however long it lasts.

[Vander was not a jealous person by nature. He was here to have a good time no matter how long or how short or even the contents of that with another person.]

In that case...

[She leans forward to clink her glass against his - and stays there, just on the edge of being in his space.]

Cheers.

[Vander watched her, gauging the reaction and knocking his glass to hers as he leaned in enough to nudge their shoulders in a friendly gesture.]

Cheers. To pleasant company.

Mmm, I can fake it for a little while.

[She says, taking a long pull from her glass. Cheers indeed.]

Are you opposed to kissing me?

[He smirked.] Oh well, no need to be pleasant if you don’t want to.

[He rested his forearms on the table and watched her.]

Not at all. Are you giving me free reign to kiss you? [While he suspected the answer was yes, he’d prefer to have that affirmative.]

Uh-huh.

[Meanwhile, she's going to go ahead and take that as an affirmative, and lean in to kiss him herself. Hi.]

[Well hello there! Vander made an appreciative sound as she came in to catch his lips in a kiss, and his hand rose from his tumbler to cup the back of her neck lightly as he returned the gesture with a smile.

Simple at first, but he did part his lips to tease the tip of his tongue against her upper lip as he also offered a wink.]

[Shaw has no problem whatsoever with that - it only invites her to deepen the kiss herself, opening her mouth to his and introducing her own tongue into the equation, looking for access.]

[That they were kissing in an open bar and both were gamely about the experience only encouraged him as he shifted his hand to tangle more in her dark hair. He flicked her tongue with his own when it came into play, but he actually backed off and let her tongue into his mouth without a battle. In fact, he welcomed it, and it earned a soft sigh of pleasure from him.]

Could go back to your place.

[She barely pulls away, so the words aren't so much spoken as they are mumbled against his lips - audible, but only just.]

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