if god was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka

[caballero]

Who: Benny Vanessza Bernát and Bruce Wayne Tom.
What: Catching up, resigned side-eying, and drinks. (One of them is getting a diet soda.)
Where: Mog Hill.
When: Shortly after Benny's arrival.
Notes: UP IN DA CLUB DON'T GIVE A FUCK you guys I need to stop youtubing mixes made by random internet people.
Warnings: None expected.

Of all the people he expected to see in Baedal - hell, expected to see again, ever - Vanessza would be very low on that list. He's thought about her since then, yes; not in any pining or wistful way, but there's no two ways about it: that encounter was unique. It's something that, for many reasons, he's occasionally tempted to inspect.

(And yet he hasn't. Surprise.)

Bruce is at the Valhalla in short order, though he doesn't engage anyone and moves with the kind of purpose that telegraphs that he doesn't want to be bothered. He doesn't go any further than the lobby, and looks for the blonde-haired doctor - who is probably there?

Comments

[caballero]

A half-smile and a nod, in response. They both know they're very nearly playing a chess game, then; that's fine. It's better like that and, perhaps inexplicably, he's more comfortable for it.

(It's not a malicious affair, anyway, just a curious one.)

"It'll give me a reason to finally get furniture." ... Bruce.

[asklepios]

He isn't the only one; Benevenuta is so much more comfortable when she knows the rules of the game she's playing (she's more comfortable when there are rules). Of course, it's not entirely out of the question that they get along so easily because they're both so fucking bad at it.

"Tom," she says, half-chiding, amused - not really surprised. She gestures at him, lightly, with her glass. "I haven't camped on the floor since I was a kid."

(That was a really long time ago.)

[caballero]

"There's even extra rooms," he says, casting a faint impression of sheepishness, "There's just not anything in them."

Still want to skip out on the Inn, Benny?? ... Well, probably, yes, the Inn is deeply unnerving. And he really will go get something, as it's unlikely she will be his last guest.

[asklepios]

Benevenuta shakes her head, but she's still smiling and she'll be fine if she does in fact end up camping on the floor of an empty room; it's not like it'll be the strangest accommodation she's ever had. Maybe the strangest roommate.

"Why don't you sort that out, and give me the address, and I'll go by the pawnshop and the inn and meet you back there?"

[caballero]

He'd never make her camp on the floor - it's interesting, though, that she would do it just to not stay in the arrival area. Not that he would, either; Bruce didn't stay for a full five minutes. Living on the streets and sleeping in parks was preferable.

Anyway.

Vanessza gets shit done. He likes that. So he writes down the address (and a little cross-section of a map) on a napkin, neatly. "That sounds reasonable."

[asklepios]

"Great." She examines the address and the map for a moment before sliding the napkin into her tote (this outfit doesn't have pockets) and finishing her drink, because Vanessza gets shit done in a timely fashion, thank you. "I'll get organized."

[caballero]

It's better than wasting time. (Not that he doesn't enjoy her company, but let's just look at the both of them objectively, here.)

"I'll see you later, then."

And yes, he pays for her drink.