broadsword_babe | Morning!Quinn Part 2

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roleplay: iris_angel

Morning!Quinn Part 2

{Previously}

Quinn could hear the lesson behind the words, and it wasn't lost on her. Sometimes she laid in bed at night wondering if Wade was alright, if Scotty had gotten a scholarship to CU like he'd wanted, if Erin and her beau were still together, whether it was worse leaving or being left...

"Thing is, I can't undo the past," she sighed. "But at least Immortality gives me a chance to set it right."

She might've been talking about Wade, or Adam, or something else entirely.

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"Well, I automatically think that breweries should be holy ground, but that is beside the point. If we aren't on holy ground then be worried. Or, cautious."

Just a lesson on that you can't trust anyone.

That will change, of course, but they aren't there yet.

"Right, monks, beer and bread," she chuckled.

She pretty much let his warning slide. It wasn't that she didn't think the same way, but it was more that she was confident of her abilities. Even if she thought they could always be improved upon.

"Why do y'think I brought him?" Quinn asked, indicating the deerhound walking several paces in front. "If something wasn't quite right, you can bet he'd make a fuss."

"I'm scared." He says as he looks at the dog. "Although, it must be nice to have some sort of security out here."

"Actually, it is," she replied, giving him an odd look. She wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

He wasn't, although he does worry about her. Being secluded from the world could be just as hazardous as being in a city full of people.

Not that he has any idea of WHY he should have to worry about her in the first place. He just...does.

He continues the walk with her, now having it so very close to them.

She wasn't quite sure what to say. He'd come a long way to see her, and she rather regretted the somewhat flippant answer to his earlier question about what they were. Thing of it was, the idea of them being more scared her. Not in the "he could take off my head anytime he wanted" sort of way, but she guessed she was afraid of being happy. That the second she was, it'd get taken away.

He looks over at her, "I suppose the promise of a good micro brewed beer doesn't really interest you?"

Adam notices how sort of sad she looks as they continue to walk.

"You'd be surprised," she smiled, determined to actually enjoy herself. "I rather like having a good pint every now and again."

"Yes, I took you as a woman that would be able to actually drink me under the table."

"Now there's an idea!" she laughed. "But, honestly, shouldn't that be the other way 'round? Haven't met many blokes who've been able to drink me under the table!"

She was still chuckling to herself, and remembering the Irish Car Bombs (http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink7774.html) Gav had her drinking at Murph's party, when they walked up the drive to the brewery.

"I've been drinking a lot longer than you have. I may not be Irish or Scottish or anything, but I know how to drink."

"I don't doubt it," she smirked. "But it sounds t'me like a bit of a challenge, that."

She watched as Brutæ wandered off to find himself a nice, unobtrusive spot in the shade.

"So, which is it? A tour or go straight to it?"

"Are you trying to flirt with me, Quinn?"

She resisted the urge to be incredibly sarcastic, but quickly realized Adam might've thought she meant something else. When would her mouth stop getting her into trouble?

"I meant would you rather forgo the tour or go right for the taps."

He laughs at the look on her face, "Right now, I'd just like to go for it."

He might be talking about more than taps...but, "It was a long walk and I'm parched."

She was pretty sure he meant something else. That's just how they were. When they weren't trying to kill each other, they could give new meaning to the term "double entendre." She chuckled as they walked towards the café part of the brewery.

"A mile? That was nothing. I usually run three to five every morning."

"I've gotten old and lazy?" He says as if that is an excuse just to have beer.

"Decided to relax and enjoy the finer things, have you?"

Not that she could blame him. She'd gotten about to the same point herself. She had access to enough funds to probably bankroll Monaco for the next decade, a house she loved, and friends like Gav & Murph. Aside from the few bouts of the "why-not-me"s she'd had over the past couple of weeks, she really wasn't wanting for anything.

"I am."

"The truth is that I'm comfortable right now. It wasn't like in the old days. I was smart back then. I'm most likely richer than whatever God you could throw at me. I don't HAVE to walk miles in the desert anymore. I can do anything that I want."

He looks at the selection, "What are you having?"

It was oh-so-tempting to ask how that was any different, but decided that giving him grief about his Horseman days was probably not the brightest of ideas.

She looked at the different bottles, and one label sporting a Viking longboat caught her eye.

"I think I'll give that one a go," she replied with a smile.

There was a horse with the horsemen. There were no horses in his humble beginnings. Big difference!

"I think I'll have the Raven Ale."

She watched as the barkeep drew two pints and placed them on the bar.

"Anything you feel like drinking to?"

"How about to..." He laughs, "To be honest with you, I have Auld Lang Syne (http://www.newyearfavors.com/new-years-eve-song.html) in my head. So, I'd say...to us."

Quinn grinned. "To us, then, and Rabbie, God rest him. He was definitely... interesting."

Of course Burns' reputation wasn't nearly as extensive as Byron's, but he'd still had a way with the ladies. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a sip of the pint.

It wasn't quite what she was expecting. True that it was rich and full, but there was also a hint of...

"Fuck me!" she exclaimed, surprised. "S'got chocolate in it!"

"Are you serious?" He says as he looks at her beer oddly and he's not talking about the 'fuck me' statement. He's pretty sure that she wasn't proposing anything with that.

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