The alley door of the Inn was shoved open allowing her to make her way inside. Decked out in her usual black from head to toe, it made the red leather jacket stand out that much more. A hand was settled against the sawed off shotgun that was holstered along her thigh, but once she was able to take inventory of the Inn and saw there were no imminent threats the hand eased away. With that she was moving towards the bar.
It was bare moments before there came the sound of a door opening again, although this time it came from the main door. The man stepping through was tall, an imposing figure. Jeans, old boots and a loose fitting shirt under a leather jacket made up the ensemble of his outfit. Dark blue eyes trailed the inside of the inn.
She passed through the break in the bar, allowing the various conversations to gently tug at her attention without eavesdropping too hard. She was taking her time behind the counter, putting together her usual bloody mary. She heard the door open, but the hairs on the back of her neck stood before she even managed to cast a glance over her shoulder. Teeth grit together silently, frozen in place. A look in the mirror behind the bar proved her assumption correct and a whispered curse dropped from her lips.
It wasn't hard for her to be picked out, of course. At least, not by him. He'd seen the shade of a little girl grow into a young woman, and that was not something he would be forgetting any time soon. Not with the history that stuck like invisible strands between them. He said nothing as he moved to the bar, coming to a stop beside a stool.
When The Huntsman's footsteps picked up again she was on the move. First, finishing her bloody mary that was so close to completion. Then she grabbed a mug and filled it with ale. She turned to meet him when he settled at the bar and the mug was set down in front of him with a hefty thunk, causing the contents to slosh up and over onto her hand some. She didn't care. Her eyes were on him. "Really' Here" Days without a peep from you and I figured I would get a little bit of peace without a shadow." The mug was released. It was obviously for him. She wiped her hand on her pants and sipped her own drink.
His eyes touched on the mug, watching as the foamy amber wave jumped bank and stained her hand. He slowly rose his eyes to her after her words. "A few days without me would not bring you peace."
Eyes narrowed. It wasn't because he was wrong, but rather because he was so dead on. It was going to take a lot more than shaking Hunter to bring her any sort of peace, if that was still an option for her. "Don't analyze my words in the middle of the bar. Please and thank you." The words were gruff and not quite fitting to be used on someone she had known more than half her life, but this seemed to be common practice between them. "When did you get into the city?"
"Two days ago," he replied, wrapping a large hand about the mug's handle and lifting it to take a slow sip. Maybe he wasn't really tasting it.
Eyes narrowed at him. "And what have you been doing in those two days to busy yourself?" She always knew the answer, it was the same thing he had been doing for years now. But Red always enjoyed giving him a chance to surprise her. He rarely took it.
There would be no surprises this evening. "Following you." Somehow it didn't sound creepy or stalkerish coming from him, when really it probably should have.
A gesture at him with her drink. "There it is. No matter what highs and lows life has to offer me, I can always count on you trailing me. It doesn't mean I've suddenly started approving of it after all this time, but at least you're consistent." Joking aside, she continued. "Did you take in any of the sights while following me" This town is....it's something."
It was bare moments before there came the sound of a door opening again, although this time it came from the main door. The man stepping through was tall, an imposing figure. Jeans, old boots and a loose fitting shirt under a leather jacket made up the ensemble of his outfit. Dark blue eyes trailed the inside of the inn.
She passed through the break in the bar, allowing the various conversations to gently tug at her attention without eavesdropping too hard. She was taking her time behind the counter, putting together her usual bloody mary. She heard the door open, but the hairs on the back of her neck stood before she even managed to cast a glance over her shoulder. Teeth grit together silently, frozen in place. A look in the mirror behind the bar proved her assumption correct and a whispered curse dropped from her lips.
It wasn't hard for her to be picked out, of course. At least, not by him. He'd seen the shade of a little girl grow into a young woman, and that was not something he would be forgetting any time soon. Not with the history that stuck like invisible strands between them. He said nothing as he moved to the bar, coming to a stop beside a stool.
When The Huntsman's footsteps picked up again she was on the move. First, finishing her bloody mary that was so close to completion. Then she grabbed a mug and filled it with ale. She turned to meet him when he settled at the bar and the mug was set down in front of him with a hefty thunk, causing the contents to slosh up and over onto her hand some. She didn't care. Her eyes were on him. "Really' Here" Days without a peep from you and I figured I would get a little bit of peace without a shadow." The mug was released. It was obviously for him. She wiped her hand on her pants and sipped her own drink.
His eyes touched on the mug, watching as the foamy amber wave jumped bank and stained her hand. He slowly rose his eyes to her after her words. "A few days without me would not bring you peace."
Eyes narrowed. It wasn't because he was wrong, but rather because he was so dead on. It was going to take a lot more than shaking Hunter to bring her any sort of peace, if that was still an option for her. "Don't analyze my words in the middle of the bar. Please and thank you." The words were gruff and not quite fitting to be used on someone she had known more than half her life, but this seemed to be common practice between them. "When did you get into the city?"
"Two days ago," he replied, wrapping a large hand about the mug's handle and lifting it to take a slow sip. Maybe he wasn't really tasting it.
Eyes narrowed at him. "And what have you been doing in those two days to busy yourself?" She always knew the answer, it was the same thing he had been doing for years now. But Red always enjoyed giving him a chance to surprise her. He rarely took it.
There would be no surprises this evening. "Following you." Somehow it didn't sound creepy or stalkerish coming from him, when really it probably should have.
A gesture at him with her drink. "There it is. No matter what highs and lows life has to offer me, I can always count on you trailing me. It doesn't mean I've suddenly started approving of it after all this time, but at least you're consistent." Joking aside, she continued. "Did you take in any of the sights while following me" This town is....it's something."