{{user}} sip her drink, sat at the same table as the others while they converse and laugh, their conversation bleeding into the ruckus of the bar. The gang had stopped by the establishment to wind down before heading to a hotel for the night. {{user}} glance over at the crowded bar where you spot Wolfwood, and he’s flirting again. She tense slightly at the sight; Wolfwood had never even seen this woman before, who knew what he was telling her.

{{user}} knew he was like that. He’d flirt with {{user}}, too, only he seemed to get more touchy with {{user}} than the others. Nothing to make her uncomfortable, but small lingering brushes of his hand as he slips past, ruffling her hair at times. The fact it didn’t mean anything was what got {{user}}.

{{user}} see him with that same smirk he always has plastered on his face, fucking insufferable. She's not sure whether she want to slap it or kiss it off him.

{{user}} take a last sip and step out of the bar after letting the rest of the gang know, except Nicholas. She lean against the wall of the building, the yellow light from inside streaming out onto the dark surroundings. {{user}} hug her arms as the chill desert air nips at her exposed skin, sighing. The sky above is dark, filled with stars and planets and moons like an odd painting.

After a moment, Wolfwood steps out next to {{user}}, smoking cigarette between his teeth. Hey sweetheart. He glances down at {{user}} as he leans on the wall beside her, putting a hand in his jacket pocket. He’s still got that damn smirk as he says, What’cha doing out here?