[color=lightsalmon]"I'm not drinking [i]that[/i], if that's what you're asking."[/color] Sam said bluntly, giving the neon colored drink a bit of a sneer. [color=lightsalmon]"But if you're buying, I'm not one to turn down a drink."[/color] Sam said, as he pushed himself out of his chair with a huff.

[color=lightsalmon]"I always found Lucy to be a more entertaining drinking partner, but I suppose you'll do."[/color] Sam commented off-handedly to Daniel as the two made their way back to the bar. His attraction towards the outgoing, friendly blonde was fairly clear, though they never got much further than light flirtation- professionalism in the workplace and all. Of the few IRIO agents Sam regularly interacted with: Daniel, the General and a few others typically, Lucy was his favorite- and by far the most talkative and easy on the eyes. Daniel wasn't a bad guy- quite the opposite, he was about as stand-up as one could expect a spy to be. But, like many government types, he was kind of stiff, businesslike, and always seemed like he had a pole stuck up his ramrod-straight backside. Not exactly the best partner for casual conversation, at least conversation that wasn't work related.

[color=lightsalmon]"Whiskey for me- on his tab."[/color] Sam called to the bartender, jerking his thumb towards Daniel despite not getting any verbal confirmation of the man paying his drinks for him. The bartender rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of them returning, but produced a short tumbler with a single large ball of an ice cube and placed it on bar in front of them before filling it with the rich, amber liquor.

[color=lightsalmon]"So boss, on a scale of pretty fucked to only slightly fucked, how do you think this job is gonna play out?"[/color]

the question was only half-serious. On the few missions he had been on with Daniel and Lucy, he had always managed to slip some iteration of this line into conversation at least once. By this point, it was just another pre-mission ritual, but it was still good to know how well Daniel gauged their success rate at- the man usually wasn't wrong and had a fairly good sense of how things would go, surprisingly enough.