the pungent smell of smoke was a dead give away to RICK’S presence , her feigned smile falling once she gazed at him. ‘ you look like crap. ’ she said , the words slipping from her lips without remorse. she raised a slender finger towards the man who had served her beer , motioning towards her colonel’s direction. it was an unspoken command that whatever he decided to order , was on her. ‘ this bigbad city is nothing compared to the big && bad we’ve seen. ’ piper said , her posture slumped , aware of the sarcasm that came from his lips. ‘ wish they’d know that. it would make my day a HELL of a lot smoother. ’
“‘always do..” Just about, though that was a lie. Things had gotten better for awhile, just long enough for Flag to truly enjoy himself, settle in, but once that ever present shit inevitably hit the fan Rick slipped right back into his old habits. A skin he didn’t like to wear, but one that would protect his heart; if only he wore it as nicely as Piper appeared to. He ordered his usual tumbler of whiskey, one he’d be working on all evening as to keep his wits about him, but was never-the-less grateful for her small generous offer. Rick put out the cigarette in a tray at the counter, now that his small fix was satiated he wasn’t enjoying it much anyway. She was right about Gotham holding nothing against the lot when it came to their history. Damn was she right… “Yeah.” Rick agreed in a less than enthusiastic manner–more a sigh. “You gotta cut civilians slack… they don’t know any better.” Rick still struggled to socialize around normal people, but learned not to take things personal or hold it against them.
