[ That's everything great about this scene wrapped up with a pretty bow. Or a raggedy one. He doesn't expect a lot of conversation, he and the big man don't exactly get on that well. ]
Never said you were, just said it suited you. Think being an anarchist would be too much work for you. Not your speed.
[ He almost smiles a little. Despite his best effort, it pinches at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't really want Constantine to understand him so easily. In general, he doesn't want anyone getting too close to the reality of who he is, but there are still a few people on the ship who've wormed their way closer. ]
It's a bunch of hippie bullshit dressed up in leather.
Yeah, but at least we can agree in watching it all burn down. Mostly. Suppose you're not really heavy into that with the lass running around with you.
[ She's a good kid. Rotten, sure, but who isn't at that age? Could've been loads worse for sure. ]
If it makes you feel any better it's a good look for you. Minus the hippie portion.
[ He knows well that he's toeing a dangerous line. Mick's never much cared for his brand of flirting but that isn't liable to ever really stop him. Hasn't before, won't now. ]
[ Well that gets his attention. There are a handful of words that always will. ]
I do like watching things burn.
[ He's right, though. Mick doesn't have the same passion for destruction that he used to, especially not with Lita around. Sure, he still wants to watch things burn, but it might be a more controlled burn when he's got her safety to factor in.
It's sappy as hell, though, and he'll be damned if he's going to admit it.
And he'll just let that compliment sit there for now because he has no idea what to do with it. ]
Is eating weird shit part of the anarchy or is that just part of your whole Harry Potter thing?
[ John isn't as keen on flames as the big man is but he can appreciate good fire. After all, it's one of his most favored spells in his arsenal. ]
A little more than some others, but who am I to judge?
[ The old son is doing his level best to do right by his little girl and that's admirable. John can understand. In a way, Astra was about as close as he reckons he'll ever get to a daughter of his own. The daughter of his first love. She's about all the family he has left in this ruddy world.
Seeing her be able to make a life for herself. ]
Little bit of both. Nothing like the matronly sorts and assorted company getting their knickers in a twist over the little things. Could do worse, though. [ A brief glance over. ] Could do better.
[ Mick makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a hum, trying not to read into the words too much. He's far from shy, but there's something there that leaves him uncomfortable and that discomfort tends to make him angry.
It also reminds him of Snart and that's a whole can of worms he's not interested in opening, even if he was alone in his own room. His feelings are in complete conflict where that's concerned, too many betrayals and what that stinging feeling in his gut really means. His best case scenario is that he let someone in too close. He won't be making that mistake again.
[ Burying feelings goes with the lives they lead, he supposes. John may not have dabbled into a life of crime as such as Mick has but he's left his fair share of ruin in his wake. It leaves a mark.
It doesn't stop anyone wanting to get down those walls. It doesn't stop John wanting that, just knowing it's a bloody bad idea. He gives over a softer, amused look at the question. He's trying not to read into it as well. ]
Not really. Preferences, sure.
[ Not a whole lot of boundaries to be sure. He takes a swig off the bottle and glances towards the crowd. ]
[ Another grunt. Mick isn't bothered by preferences. Obviously. A lot of people piss him off in a lot of ways, but he's got plenty of reasons to be mad at that weird version of Snart or Constantine without it coming down to the fact that they want to put a sausage in their mouths sometimes. ]
So you have preferences, but no standards?
[ Not that Mick really knows where his standards would lie. Blondie's too good for him, but that's about all he knows. Besides, she's the only one of them who's really managed to maintain any sort of thing while also being a Legend without wanting to just walk away from it all and nope not going there. He definitely doesn't miss Boyscout. ]
[ Man of few words. Makes him wonder what it takes to get him to loosen up. Relax a little. He's not sure he's ever seen him not barking at somebody or scowling now that he thinks on it. ]
Limited standards, I'd say. I've shagged Lucifer, a version of him at least. I don't think I get to harp on about standards after that.
[ Not that he hadn't done worse before that. Point still stands. ]
[ It seems like a reasonable question, considering. There are so many versions of Lucifer, but real life never quite works out like the movies. Otherwise, Lucifer would be the Bedazzled version. At least, that's how Mick would like to picture the devil. ]
No, but he did have a penthouse and a lot of fun toys.
[ And that wasn't even getting into the booze. Good stuff too. Rich man's scotch always leaves an aftertaste though, even if it's the best. He'll take cheap swill with somebody like Mick over that any day. He grins at the question. ]
Not that I've seen but I know a potion or two that can do that.
[ Mick actually looks a little more interested in that potion than he'd like to admit, but who hasn't wondered about things like that? At the very least, it would make his writing more accurate. That's what he tells himself, anyway. ]
[ He offers a pointed look and takes another swig of his beer. Humming in thought, he shrugs a little. He's hardly one to judge. Then again, he's debated testing them out himself. You know, for curiosity's sake. ]
[ It takes Mick a moment to realize what he just implied and then he frowns. Great. Now he's picturing a lot of things he would have been just as happy not to picture and maybe a few things he doesn't completely hate.
Of course, there's a pause in there that lasts a little longer than he might have meant it to. ]
[ Mick doesn't bother to hide his curiosity now, but he can't help feeling unsteady on his feet. He walks a fine line of following but still feeling in control most of the time. He doesn't like being caught off guard, but that's just where he feels like he's being backed into right now. He wants to take control back and he lets his gut take him there.
Grabbing the lapel of Constantine's coat, he yanks the man back towards the bathroom. ]
[ He's only just finished another swig of his beer when the big man's got hold of his coat lapels, tugging him along. If he wasn't so quick on his feet he'd have stumbled and while he's amused, laughing would probably be taken the absolute wrong way by Mick. He's keen to see where he's going with all of it and lucky for them, no one seems to notice their disappearing amongst the throng of people still milling about on the dancefloor.
The old hinges on the door squeak as it gets pushed open and it's blessedly empty by the time they come to a stop inside. He half-leers at Mick. ]
[ He lets go long enough to lock the door because he's a little too worried about his own decision-making abilities right now to worry about anyone else needing to get in here. Between his strength and Trench Coat's magic, he's sure the other man wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be, which really leaves Mick with more questions than answers. ]
[ Said as he surges close, chest to chest with the slightly taller man. He's got a couple of inches on him but he's not about to back down so easy. No, he want's to push a bit more. Make him work for it. He offers a rusty laugh. ]
I don't and I've got protection on me besides. I'm not daft.
[ If the big man isn't going to make the first move then John will. He reaches up to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and draw him down into a kiss that is more teeth than anything. Sharp and biting. ]
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Never said you were, just said it suited you. Think being an anarchist would be too much work for you. Not your speed.
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[ He almost smiles a little. Despite his best effort, it pinches at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't really want Constantine to understand him so easily. In general, he doesn't want anyone getting too close to the reality of who he is, but there are still a few people on the ship who've wormed their way closer. ]
It's a bunch of hippie bullshit dressed up in leather.
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[ She's a good kid. Rotten, sure, but who isn't at that age? Could've been loads worse for sure. ]
If it makes you feel any better it's a good look for you. Minus the hippie portion.
[ He knows well that he's toeing a dangerous line. Mick's never much cared for his brand of flirting but that isn't liable to ever really stop him. Hasn't before, won't now. ]
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I do like watching things burn.
[ He's right, though. Mick doesn't have the same passion for destruction that he used to, especially not with Lita around. Sure, he still wants to watch things burn, but it might be a more controlled burn when he's got her safety to factor in.
It's sappy as hell, though, and he'll be damned if he's going to admit it.
And he'll just let that compliment sit there for now because he has no idea what to do with it. ]
Is eating weird shit part of the anarchy or is that just part of your whole Harry Potter thing?
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A little more than some others, but who am I to judge?
[ The old son is doing his level best to do right by his little girl and that's admirable. John can understand. In a way, Astra was about as close as he reckons he'll ever get to a daughter of his own. The daughter of his first love. She's about all the family he has left in this ruddy world.
Seeing her be able to make a life for herself. ]
Little bit of both. Nothing like the matronly sorts and assorted company getting their knickers in a twist over the little things. Could do worse, though. [ A brief glance over. ] Could do better.
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It also reminds him of Snart and that's a whole can of worms he's not interested in opening, even if he was alone in his own room. His feelings are in complete conflict where that's concerned, too many betrayals and what that stinging feeling in his gut really means. His best case scenario is that he let someone in too close. He won't be making that mistake again.
Hollow words now that he has a daughter. ]
Is there anything you won't put in your mouth?
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It doesn't stop anyone wanting to get down those walls. It doesn't stop John wanting that, just knowing it's a bloody bad idea. He gives over a softer, amused look at the question. He's trying not to read into it as well. ]
Not really. Preferences, sure.
[ Not a whole lot of boundaries to be sure. He takes a swig off the bottle and glances towards the crowd. ]
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So you have preferences, but no standards?
[ Not that Mick really knows where his standards would lie. Blondie's too good for him, but that's about all he knows. Besides, she's the only one of them who's really managed to maintain any sort of thing while also being a Legend without wanting to just walk away from it all and nope not going there. He definitely doesn't miss Boyscout. ]
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Limited standards, I'd say. I've shagged Lucifer, a version of him at least. I don't think I get to harp on about standards after that.
[ Not that he hadn't done worse before that. Point still stands. ]
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Kinky. Did he have horns?
[ It seems like a reasonable question, considering. There are so many versions of Lucifer, but real life never quite works out like the movies. Otherwise, Lucifer would be the Bedazzled version. At least, that's how Mick would like to picture the devil. ]
Can he turn into a sexy lady?
[ Maybe he should get started on a new novel... ]
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[ And that wasn't even getting into the booze. Good stuff too. Rich man's scotch always leaves an aftertaste though, even if it's the best. He'll take cheap swill with somebody like Mick over that any day. He grins at the question. ]
Not that I've seen but I know a potion or two that can do that.
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[ Mick actually looks a little more interested in that potion than he'd like to admit, but who hasn't wondered about things like that? At the very least, it would make his writing more accurate. That's what he tells himself, anyway. ]
For how long?
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[ He offers a pointed look and takes another swig of his beer. Humming in thought, he shrugs a little. He's hardly one to judge. Then again, he's debated testing them out himself. You know, for curiosity's sake. ]
Half-day to a day tops.
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[ He gives an appraising look, like he's discovered a new angle to look at him from, and pulls a little notepad out of his pocket. ]
You're into some freaky shit, aren't you? I bet you could star in a really weird story.
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[ He says with a serious enough face. Though the notebook comes out and his expression softens. ]
You going to try and turn that into a reality, then? You'd need material for that.
[ Was that a little too on the nose? ]
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[ It takes Mick a moment to realize what he just implied and then he frowns. Great. Now he's picturing a lot of things he would have been just as happy not to picture and maybe a few things he doesn't completely hate.
Of course, there's a pause in there that lasts a little longer than he might have meant it to. ]
Huh.
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[ Fine, he said it. Happy? ]
I can't rightly tell if that's an interested huh or I've just left you gobsmacked.
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Trying to figure out how annoying you'd be in bed.
[ Which is mostly a lie, but Mick Rory's never honest when it would work against him and he isn't going to start now, so deflection it is. ]
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Depends on how good you are with what you've got, doesn't it?
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[ Because this is absolutely the kind of bait Mick can't back away from. ]
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[ But it's maybe the sort that he should've backed away from. How far is he willing to go down this particular rabbit hole? ]
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[ Mick doesn't bother to hide his curiosity now, but he can't help feeling unsteady on his feet. He walks a fine line of following but still feeling in control most of the time. He doesn't like being caught off guard, but that's just where he feels like he's being backed into right now. He wants to take control back and he lets his gut take him there.
Grabbing the lapel of Constantine's coat, he yanks the man back towards the bathroom. ]
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The old hinges on the door squeak as it gets pushed open and it's blessedly empty by the time they come to a stop inside. He half-leers at Mick. ]
Got us here to yourself then, now what, eh?
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[ He lets go long enough to lock the door because he's a little too worried about his own decision-making abilities right now to worry about anyone else needing to get in here. Between his strength and Trench Coat's magic, he's sure the other man wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be, which really leaves Mick with more questions than answers. ]
You'd better not have any demonic STDs.
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[ Said as he surges close, chest to chest with the slightly taller man. He's got a couple of inches on him but he's not about to back down so easy. No, he want's to push a bit more. Make him work for it. He offers a rusty laugh. ]
I don't and I've got protection on me besides. I'm not daft.
[ If the big man isn't going to make the first move then John will. He reaches up to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and draw him down into a kiss that is more teeth than anything. Sharp and biting. ]
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