A constellation of tears on your lashes

[shotup]

WHO: Roy Harper & Laura Kinney
WHERE: Dallas BBQ Restaurant
WHEN: Friday night
WARNINGS: Discussion of non-con/abuse.
SUMMARY: Roy takes Laura on an ill-planned date and talking happens.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

Their brief encounter at the auction left Roy with more questions than answers about Laura, though one thing seemed certain: she didn't at all strike him as the roller rink type. It took a little thought, but he'd come up with the barbecue place as an alternative, figuring that there would be good food and tasty frozen drinks, and if they decided to go elsewhere after dinner, it would be a fine preamble.

He'd arranged to pick her up at 8pm and had arrived casually dressed in jeans and a plain red teeshirt. He seemed laid back, much like the establishment. It was busy, but not overwhelming, with the smokey scent of babyback ribs wafting through the air and the laughter of college kids tipsy off daiquiris filling the room. It was fun, and Roy sincerely hoped it would translate to his evening with Laura.

"You gotta try this one drink they've got," he said, pointing to the list of frozen options on the menu.  "It's called Miami Vice.  It tastes like how being on a vacation feels."

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[girlverine]

Laura nodded, but didn't move, her green eyes narrowed as she considers him for a moment, her hands still stuffed into her pockets. Finally, she either saw what she was looking for or gave up searching, but she turned away. "You go that way," she indicated one way around the gathering of dealers before she turned and moved in the other.

[shotup]

Roy nodded and followed her command, moving silently and with practiced stealth through the park and around the dealers. They seemed distracted by themselves enough that so far he could pass by them unnoticed.

[girlverine]

Laura didn't need to hide, moving further along the path and then suddenly vanishing as she grabbed a lower branch and vanished into the trees that circled the park.

Forty seconds or so later she was crouched on a branch above the dealers, watching them silently and waiting to see where Roy had positioned himself.

[shotup]

Roy stayed on the ground, quietly watching both the men and Laura until he saw that she'd disappeared up into the trees. Using this as his cue, he cleared his throat to draw their attention.

"Hey man, you holdin'?"

It'd been years since he'd gone out late looking to score, but when it came down to it, he was still pretty good at playing the part of the junkie.