𝘿𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣 “𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙝“ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙙

The refill was just as quick as the last; it was next to her just as her sentence finished. “First one’s free. Next will cost you, my G.”

“Oh yeah. 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙧, great guess.” He mocked, lips remaining quirked. “Y’know, I almost thought you were federal but any fed would’ve clocked me by this point.” And besides, if she were federal, he wouldn’t be wasting his time here. He’d be out in a flash.

“You mean like that Doctor Strange guy?,” He grinned and shook his head. “Nah. That’d be cool as hell though.” His head cocked to the side, smug grin forming.

“Yeah?” A refilled and seemingly 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 glass of alcohol sat in place of the one she’d previously sipped from. No one had arrived in the last few seconds. Dashaun continued like normal. “That sucks, but, it happens.”

Sounds like she had some experiences with nosy dudes.

“I’m Dashaun.,” He introduced himself with an upward head nod. “I don’t like sharing either. You ain’t worried about germs?”

He minds his business, actually.

“Aight. You paying for that.”

She 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨?

“𝙄’𝙢 just trying to have a drink.,” He counters. “Lose a bet or something?”

“Wasn’t a question. You’re real loud.”

“Language.”

𝙏𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙.

𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

“ Why? Cause’ I missed out on y’all’s fashion show? “ His words aren’t meant to be condescending, but the sarcasm is 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 intended. “ Big move by the way— the whole Mars thing. Can’t imagine the politicians are gonna like that one. “

“Yours truly.” Unsure brown eyed gaze follows his, his own investigation being performed as he takes a seat across from the infamous mutant. Arms fold across his chest, eyes narrowed while leaning back in the chair. “This a X-Men interview? I ain’t wear a suit or anything..”

Eyes follow the shuffling aces, ever so curious about their significance to the mutant. That’ll be a question for later. “Seems we do. I’m pretty hard to catch but, sometimes I like to slow down and enjoy the world around me.” Cocky smirk follows, head slightly tilted.