[ She stays relaxed as he comes over, as he takes a seat; slouched in her chair, toying with an empty shot glass. Only her eyes move, tracking his movements, studying his face with a studiedly bored expression. ]
Can't it be both?
[ Somewhere off to the side, her previous opponent stumbles sidelong into a doorframe. The big guys never can take their drink the way they think they can.
But this one, now. There's no aggression in his tone, no challenge; but that keen, quick gaze of his is familiar. She's been sized up plenty of times before.
Wynonna tips her head toward the bottle still on the table, a silent invitation. ]
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Can't it be both?
[ Somewhere off to the side, her previous opponent stumbles sidelong into a doorframe. The big guys never can take their drink the way they think they can.
But this one, now. There's no aggression in his tone, no challenge; but that keen, quick gaze of his is familiar. She's been sized up plenty of times before.
Wynonna tips her head toward the bottle still on the table, a silent invitation. ]
Which are you?