[ Smiling isn't an expression that comes easy to John Boy, partially a symptom of the business that he deals in and partially a symptom of a contrary sort of personality. Still, he matches the expression, though there's nothing shy about it. (If anything, he stares a little too hard.) ]
[ If there's one thing that Nikki's learned, it's that she shouldn't up and ask are you sure. John Boy doesn't like wasting his breath and there's never any telling what'll set him off at any given time. So she just ducks her head and nods, eyes skirting the bottles to see what's what. (She knows if she drinks too much, things'll get ugly — she'll get ugly — and it's not time for that yet.) ]
[ She just ducks her head and nods and he wonders if she'd been born that quiet or if she'd had it instilled in her somewhere along the road. (It unsettles him, frankly. Sometimes he thinks she's the one who's going to kill him, she's the one the fucking guard sent in to tear his operation down. But she's been around long enough and nothing's gone seriously wrong.
Still — some day, somehow, she'll have to go. He can't let her stay here forever, even if she isn't an informant.) ]
Beer for me too, then, [ she says, nodding, slipping into the chair across from him. It takes only a moment — the crack of the cap, the hiss of the foam — and there's a beer and coaster being set down in front of her, its mouth frothing. Glancing once at John Boy she tries not to be too timid about it as she takes her first sip. To her credit, she manages a proper swig before she's setting the bottle back down again, lips smacking faintly.
(She remembers: her father enjoyed a beer after work some days. Nikki can recall the smell of it on his breath when he kissed on the forehead after tucking her in at night. It's a good memory and it's a bad memory, at the same time.) ]
[ Torr lifts her eyebrows, her red-lipped mouth forming a pursed little "oh". It's reminiscent of Betty Boop, an over-exaggerated picture of femininity and mouse-ishness. She manages to maintain it for little more than a moment before letting it fall away again; the expression she wears underneath is both saccharine and sharp (honey and lemon). ]
Since you asked so nicely— [ Torr winks brashly as she slides onto the stool, waving the bartender down and ordering herself a whiskey (neat). ]
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Um. Is there anything stronger than beer?
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Anyt'ing y'd like.
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What're you having?
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Still — some day, somehow, she'll have to go. He can't let her stay here forever, even if she isn't an informant.) ]
Just a beer.
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(She remembers: her father enjoyed a beer after work some days. Nikki can recall the smell of it on his breath when he kissed on the forehead after tucking her in at night. It's a good memory and it's a bad memory, at the same time.) ]
You having an okay night?
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Since you asked so nicely— [ Torr winks brashly as she slides onto the stool, waving the bartender down and ordering herself a whiskey (neat). ]