Morning!Quinn Part 2

[broadsword_babe]

{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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[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

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."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

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."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

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."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

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

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"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.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

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.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

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."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

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

"Anything you feel like drinking to?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"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."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

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!"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"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.

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"Here, have a taste!" she laughed, pushing the pint towards him.

Quinn wasn't sure whether to be glad he'd let the comment go, or vaguely disappointed he hadn't said something cheeky in return. Maybe he didn't feel that way towards her after all. Maybe that was a good thing. She didn't need her life to be complicated. Did she?

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

He brings the pint to his lips and takes a sip. He then grins at her as he repeats her statement, "Fuck me!"

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"See! I told you!" she laughed, and then leaned closer to his ear. "But I didn't think you were the type of bloke for public exhibitions."

Of course, that's said with a teasing smirk.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"I can be when the mood calls for it. I actually didn't take you as one. You didn't even want to dance on Nero's grave."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

Quinn raised an eyebrow, and took a sip of her pint.

"Well, there's a difference between dancing on a grave and skinny-dipping in a neighbour's lake."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"So, you've been skinny dipping in a neighbor's lake?"

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"Not lately," she admitted with a mischievous smile. "But yeah."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"So, soon. I'm intrigued."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"Soon?" she echoed, confused. "Unless you were planning on jumping into the sea starkers, there's no 'soon' about it. That's about the closest thing I have to a lake."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"I might. Look at all of the water right outside. You might be surprised."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"You might be, too," she laughed. "It's not exactly Bora Bora out there. Bit cold for my taste. Personally, I prefer a good hot tub."

That could've been an invitation, or a simple statement of fact.

"So, how's your pint?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"You have one, so if that is an invitation then I might take you up on it."

"It's...nutty."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"It could be, but that depends..."

Yes, she was flirting, and it'd be a cold day in hell before she admitted it.