[ she met him in a bar in this city called new york. dutch has no idea what's new about it, but she doesn't really give a shit, either. she's here for a warrant and once she gets it, she's out again. it's a — not backwater planet, exactly, but it doesn't have space travel and that just makes everything awkward.
fortunately, pretending to fit in isn't so difficult in a bar. hitting on the tall, dark and silent stranger in one corner hadn't been for the mission, that had just been for fun, but he hadn't been particularly receptive. so she'd had another drink and left him alone, already putting him out of her mind, wasting time in the bar until her comms device vibrates in her boot, telling her it's time to go.
three hours later, dutch is still on a rooftop, sniper rifle in front of her. she's not looking to kill anyone because she doesn't do that shit anymore. she's just here to cover d'avin's approach. except there's movement on the roof and when she shifts her focus, it's tall, dark and quiet from the bar. ]
[ two snipers walk onto a rooftop... guess it's a good thing they met at a bar so that joke might land. frank looks completely in his element as he strolls onto the rooftop dressed in all black, weighty combat boots heralding his arrival, a pack slung over his shoulder with probably a very similar weapon to the one she has out inside.
some of that ease drains away when he spots her, the voice helping him place the woman to only a few hours ago at a dive bar near his place he sometimes haunted. he goes there to watch others, not to interact, so it had been second-nature the way he'd shrugged her off. funny, how nothing in his life is ever really done. and by funny we mean tragic and fucked up.
awkward. if that's what you call two ex-murderers who came to the same rooftop to spot a friend, well. more power to you. frank stands off from her some, having frozen his approach the second she spoke up. he's glad his vest is well hidden under his coat on such a chilly night. there's no need to out himself as a crazy sniper guy who rejected a beautiful woman and the punisher. right? ] Yeah, I'll say.
[ bar jokes seem to be universal: they exist even in the quad and the thought of it amuses dutch even as she tenses ever so slightly. they have law enforcement on this planet, she knows that much. if he makes a move for his comms — dutch is pretty sure she can take him, even though he looks like a soldier and moves like one, too, even though he's taller and broader and stronger than she is by far.
hopefully, it won't come to that. ]
Up here for a smoke?
[ her tone remains casual. she doesn't move away from the rifle. she still needs to watch d'avin's back. ]
[ definitely not law enforcement, though he's taking stock of her too. he doesn't want to have to fight her either though he will if it comes to that. frank looks down briefly on the rooftop they're supposed to be watching. he would really like to get her out of here before matt shows up in his ridiculous pjs.
her question gets a twitch of a smile, and he nods, a low grunt emitting from him that seems to be a 'yea' or some equivalent thereof. ] Got a light? [ he hasn't taken a single move towards her since he froze himself in place, every muscle rigid and awaiting what comes next. ]
[ she's not going anywhere until her warrant's secured and d'avin and johnny are back safely on lucy. then and only then is she getting off this roof and heading back to her ship herself. and that's assuming everything goes according to plan. ]
Nope.
[ he hasn't mentioned the elephant in the room sniper rifle. dutch wonders how long that'll last. ] So I guess there's no point to you being up here.
[ if he mentions her sniper rifle it will call attention to his, so... yeah, that elephant can stay put. pretty much forever. he wrinkles his nose. this might be the dumbest thing that's ever happened to him. ]
Nice try, but I'm meeting a friend. [ he lifts an eyebrow and takes a shuffling step forward. the friend is definitely not her but she doesn't have to know that. ]
[ this isn't even close to the dumbest thing that's ever happened to dutch, but it sure is inconvenient as all hells. ]
Why don't you meet your friend at the bar?
[ he takes a step forward. she doesn't outwardly tense, doesn't shift from where she is crouched, but there's a readiness to her now that hadn't been there before. the potential to spring into action. ]
He's not much of a drinker. [ he levels her with a look, but stops moving forward again, still not sure how this is going to end. surely there's a compromise in here somewhere? ]
[ if he wants to set up on another corner of the roof, she won't attack — but neither is she going to move. ] Guess I'll have to say hi to your friend as well, then. Is he cute?
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fortunately, pretending to fit in isn't so difficult in a bar. hitting on the tall, dark and silent stranger in one corner hadn't been for the mission, that had just been for fun, but he hadn't been particularly receptive. so she'd had another drink and left him alone, already putting him out of her mind, wasting time in the bar until her comms device vibrates in her boot, telling her it's time to go.
three hours later, dutch is still on a rooftop, sniper rifle in front of her. she's not looking to kill anyone because she doesn't do that shit anymore. she's just here to cover d'avin's approach. except there's movement on the roof and when she shifts her focus, it's tall, dark and quiet from the bar. ]
Well, this is awkward.
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some of that ease drains away when he spots her, the voice helping him place the woman to only a few hours ago at a dive bar near his place he sometimes haunted. he goes there to watch others, not to interact, so it had been second-nature the way he'd shrugged her off. funny, how nothing in his life is ever really done. and by funny we mean tragic and fucked up.
awkward. if that's what you call two ex-murderers who came to the same rooftop to spot a friend, well. more power to you. frank stands off from her some, having frozen his approach the second she spoke up. he's glad his vest is well hidden under his coat on such a chilly night. there's no need to out himself as a crazy sniper guy who rejected a beautiful woman and the punisher. right? ] Yeah, I'll say.
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hopefully, it won't come to that. ]
Up here for a smoke?
[ her tone remains casual. she doesn't move away from the rifle. she still needs to watch d'avin's back. ]
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her question gets a twitch of a smile, and he nods, a low grunt emitting from him that seems to be a 'yea' or some equivalent thereof. ] Got a light? [ he hasn't taken a single move towards her since he froze himself in place, every muscle rigid and awaiting what comes next. ]
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Nope.
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elephant in the roomsniper rifle. dutch wonders how long that'll last. ] So I guess there's no point to you being up here.[ worth a try. ]
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Nice try, but I'm meeting a friend. [ he lifts an eyebrow and takes a shuffling step forward. the friend is definitely not her but she doesn't have to know that. ]
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Why don't you meet your friend at the bar?
[ he takes a step forward. she doesn't outwardly tense, doesn't shift from where she is crouched, but there's a readiness to her now that hadn't been there before. the potential to spring into action. ]
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[ if he wants to set up on another corner of the roof, she won't attack — but neither is she going to move. ] Guess I'll have to say hi to your friend as well, then. Is he cute?