It is indeed nice to add all that money to his accounts and spending a night out celebrating with his partner is a nice way to cap things off. They definitely meshed well and the mission was a total success, which means there's no reason not to.
Once they're seated at the bar he orders a rum and coke. "I'll pick up this round," he offers.
"I'll never say no to that offer." Free alcohol should never be passed up. She orders herself a tequila sunrise and leans back in her seat. "Gotta say, that went better than expected."
She's making quick work of her drink and eying the space reserved for dancing. She's got energy to burn, even if the day's been busy. "Think you handle dancing after our drinks?"
A smile grows on his face. He's kind of surprised she'd go for that having been recently widowed, but it sounded like a fun time. "Yeah, absolutely," he says.
A dance doesn't mean anything and she could use a real night out, not one where she's alone with her thoughts. She smirks a little as she sips at her drink. When it's empty, she leaves the glass on the bar and motions for him to stand with her. "Think you can keep up?"
She's not much of a dancer. It's something she has only ever done on rare occasions and she's never been one to try to impress everyone with her moves. While she's dancing with him, she's keeping space between them. He's a nice guy and all, but she isn't looking to send the wrong signal.
The tequila helps her relax and care less that maybe badass mercenaries did not lack this much rhythm on the dance floor.
After a couple songs he nods his head back toward the bar. "Want anything more to drink?" Otherwise it might be time to cut out. Celebration was one thing but they did have a flight to catch in the morning.
"I'll get one more." She's not too concerned about getting back before it's too late. Her internal alarm clock never lets her sleep in late even when she desperately wants to.
She thought he was asking to go grab the round, but maybe he wants to sit to drink. She glances over at him and heads for the bar. "Same as before or are you going to mix it up?"
"I'll grab this round." Unless he had some great desire to fight her over it. She opens and closes her tab after she buys their drinks. "Do you already have an idea of what our next assignment will be?"
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