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[reuknighted]

Meet you there.

[And, true to his word, Jason is waiting in the bar whenever she arrives, sitting at the same place they sat last time. He's in one of his hoodies with ripped-off sleeves, numerous scars on display. It's about as casual as he'll get out in public.]

Action!

[natalia_vdova]

[Nat's some kind of casual when she shows up. Clearly just out of the shower, with how her red hair is damp, putting a wave to it when she usually puts in the effort to make it fall straight. A form-fitting minidress, lace-up boots and blood red lipstick that painted the curve of her smile as she slipped into the bar. Her blue eyes finding Jason easy enough as she slips in next to him.]

You look good.

[Her eyes linger on his scars for a moment, because she always likes the look of them, and Jason wears them well. Almost as good as she does; the dress doesn't bother to hide the gunshot on her left shoulder.]

[reuknighted]

[Jason tries not to perk up too visibly when Nat slides up beside him, but his eyes betray interest as they wander over her body. They linger on her scar for just a moment before he looks up at her face.

He's still not used to taking compliments. He hardly thinks he deserves them, in truth, even if they're mild, but he slaps away the doubtful little voice in his head and grins anyway.]

Don't I always?

[natalia_vdova]

[She catches the way his eyes wander over her, because she's looking for it. She can see the way his gaze drags across the scar on her shoulder and there's a quirk of her lips. She has scars to show the same as him. She heals fast, but it doesn't stop her life from leaving marks on her skin.]

Oh, of course.

[The smile that curls her red lips is playful, a little mischievous. She feels like she can breathe again, and it's been a while since she's felt like she's not treading water to stay afloat.]

But I believe someone offered me a drink.

[Is she flirting? Maybe.]

[reuknighted]

Sure, sure.

[Red, Jason thinks, is a good color on her. Of course, he's a little biased. Still, his gaze lingers on her lips for just a second too long before he raises a hand to summon the bartender.]

Usual for me, and the lady will have...?

[natalia_vdova]

[It is a good color on her. Not the color she labels herself by, though here in Hell, it's become almost something of a nickname with certain people. Red. Like flame and ashes in her wake. She smiles, notices him looking, and enjoys it.

Because why not? She'd had reasons, she's sure, but for the life of her she can't remember what they were.]

Vodka soda.

[Not exactly her usual, but in bars in Hell it's a safe bet when little else is. She hates to imagine what they'd do to a cosmo.]

So how've you been?

[reuknighted]

[The bartender nods and shuffles away to get them their drinks. (He's not chatty; that's one of the reasons Jason likes this place so much.)

Jason turns to Nat and rests his cheek on his hand. The bags under his eyes are a little more pronounced than usual, which should give her some clue as to how he's been even before he answers.]

Got stuck babysitting the Hell-brats for community service. Reinforced my decision never to be a father, if nothing else.