[@Gardevoiran][@TheRedWatcher][@Old Amsterdam]

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She didn’t need to continue throwing it in his face that she wasn’t into him. Some women really had to throw that out there. He took the hint the first time. Didn’t mean he couldn’t adjust and now just want a friendly chat. He ordered a cranberry vodka, without ice always watered the drink down and make sure he could taste the vodka. Else it just taste like cranberry juice.

Kimber’s eyes fell on the loud man, what did he think this was medieval Europe? In a tavern. Ye ol’ best. Still it made Kimber smile. As she addressed both the man and him as annoying, he took a sip of his cranberry vodka.

“At least.” he says, “Someone knows how to have some fun.” he replies, “Think you meant by annoying you meant friendly. That’s what people do, be friendly to each other upon first meeting.”

Not that it bothered him. In fact it was more fun at this point to bother her if she was going to be so osteer. Some assassins around here took their job too hard. He prefered a relax method. Staring at the navy haired girl she was texting and speaking with the man who was drinking a juice box. 

Getting up to move to the navy haired girl, he smiles between the man with the very noticeable scar on his neck. He points to the newcomer.

“You think he’s friends with Doc Brown?” Kimber ask making a joke to the both of them, but particularly the navy haired girl.