03-25-2021, 03:06 PM
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— teddy. as the man ordered the same drink, he raised a brow silently towards him curiously. he had to admit, he was not particularly the first person he would want to keep him company. he could list a few others he would rather have around him than one-third of the administration. though he figured if he didn’t get any of them on his good side, then this whole mission would be for nothing. how could people slip right underneath someone’s noses if they were such an obvious suspect? besides, there also came a greater reward, a greater satisfaction to screw over the people that thought they were so close to you.
as much as he’d rather stay away from someone as prominent - and as seemingly unbearable - as teddy, he owed this to reggie. he knew how to get on someone’s good side; after all, who couldn’t be swayed into good graces with a little bit of charm? perhaps teddy knew a thing or two about that trick, too. the man was so debonair; surely he was used to wrapping people around his finger with nothing more than a few charming words. lincoln wasn’t so easily allured.
“call me link,” he casually insisted, eyes following the other man as he sat down next to him. he hummed a short note to himself as the other man carried on about pool, and the ‘technique’ link supposedly had - questionable moves, but ones that supposedly proved teddy wrong. “really?” he didn’t sound so convinced. leaning an arm against the bar, he looked curiously towards the blonde. teddy spoke as if he was an expert at the game. was he really?
the bartender served their two drinks, link taking a moment to watch as teddy took a sip from his drink. the sight of him hissing at the strength of the drink was enough for his lips to quirk, a short breath huffed through his nose. he took an absent sip of his drink as teddy recovered, observing, ”i expected more from you.” the words sounded unnecessarily sly, as if he found amusement in teddy’s reaction. meeting teddy’s gaze, he raised his brows. lincoln didn’t think he could ever get used to the man’s company, though he had to admit that the man made it easy to converse with him.
where did link learn to play like that? lincoln pondered over the words as he took another sip of his drink. looking out towards the billiards table, shrugging, he answered casually, “comes with practice.” was he always this short with his answers? lincoln could come off as though he was the type of man to wear his heart on his sleeve, though only the opposite proved to be true. he preferred not to allow others to know about his personal life, especially when his history was as messed up as it was. it wasn’t a story that others deserved to hear. “play anything enough times and you’re sure to become an expert.” he contemplated over it before asking, “so you’ve played a couple times yourself, then?”
— teddy. as the man ordered the same drink, he raised a brow silently towards him curiously. he had to admit, he was not particularly the first person he would want to keep him company. he could list a few others he would rather have around him than one-third of the administration. though he figured if he didn’t get any of them on his good side, then this whole mission would be for nothing. how could people slip right underneath someone’s noses if they were such an obvious suspect? besides, there also came a greater reward, a greater satisfaction to screw over the people that thought they were so close to you.
as much as he’d rather stay away from someone as prominent - and as seemingly unbearable - as teddy, he owed this to reggie. he knew how to get on someone’s good side; after all, who couldn’t be swayed into good graces with a little bit of charm? perhaps teddy knew a thing or two about that trick, too. the man was so debonair; surely he was used to wrapping people around his finger with nothing more than a few charming words. lincoln wasn’t so easily allured.
“call me link,” he casually insisted, eyes following the other man as he sat down next to him. he hummed a short note to himself as the other man carried on about pool, and the ‘technique’ link supposedly had - questionable moves, but ones that supposedly proved teddy wrong. “really?” he didn’t sound so convinced. leaning an arm against the bar, he looked curiously towards the blonde. teddy spoke as if he was an expert at the game. was he really?
the bartender served their two drinks, link taking a moment to watch as teddy took a sip from his drink. the sight of him hissing at the strength of the drink was enough for his lips to quirk, a short breath huffed through his nose. he took an absent sip of his drink as teddy recovered, observing, ”i expected more from you.” the words sounded unnecessarily sly, as if he found amusement in teddy’s reaction. meeting teddy’s gaze, he raised his brows. lincoln didn’t think he could ever get used to the man’s company, though he had to admit that the man made it easy to converse with him.
where did link learn to play like that? lincoln pondered over the words as he took another sip of his drink. looking out towards the billiards table, shrugging, he answered casually, “comes with practice.” was he always this short with his answers? lincoln could come off as though he was the type of man to wear his heart on his sleeve, though only the opposite proved to be true. he preferred not to allow others to know about his personal life, especially when his history was as messed up as it was. it wasn’t a story that others deserved to hear. “play anything enough times and you’re sure to become an expert.” he contemplated over it before asking, “so you’ve played a couple times yourself, then?”