agent19:

  She turned to face him on her stool, resting her chin on one palm, her eyes sweeping over him appreciatively. “Not as often as I’d like, but I’m sure I could be convinced to frequent it more,” she said with a smirk of her own. Bobbi hadn’t been out to a bar since the night of her birthday, and she hoped that she’d be able to remember significantly more of this night than that one.

  She flagged down the bartender. “What’s your poison, Flynn? First round’s on me.”

 ”Whatever you’re having, darling, I’m certain I’ll like it too.” He spun on his stool with a wry grin and slid an arm around her hip on the seat.   She was too pretty to be a government employee, in his opinion. He struck her as a sort of character from his lifestyle, which intrigued him more than he’d let on.  He leaned back, letting his fingers trace along the small of her back as he flashed her a cheeky wink.

“I’ll cover the next round then, shall I?”

agent19:

  In the end, Bobbi and Harry decided to drive to the bar separately. In spite of Harry’s less-than-legal occupation, she found herself attracted to him. Maybe it was the accent, or maybe the fact that he just didn’t seem to care that she worked for the government, but everything about the man intrigued her.

  The bar Bobbi had chosen for their rendezvous was tucked away in a hidden corner of New York City. While not necessarily a dive, it sure as hell wasn’t one of the swank places closer to the heart of the city. She slid onto a stool that gave her a good view of the rest of the bar and the door, ordered herself a rum and coke, and waited for Harry to show up.

 Sliding into the bar felt like husking off a layer of his skin.  The ancient and new sensation of doing something he had done time after time only in his newer life was like taking a drink from a childhood river.  The scent of smoke lingering and the hum of conversation took him back.

The lone, startlingly attractive blonde sidled up to the bar was a sure sign she was waiting for him.  He walked quietly, too quiet for the rising din to make his footsteps known, and the dark night outside cloaked his entrance.  His palm flattened against the bar as he leaned back against it, with an easy smirk.

“Come here often?”

agent19:

faceitgenius replied to your post: So about that sparring session. What say we skip that and do some other physical exertion instead, beautiful?

Like I had mentioned before. Wining, Dining, then maybe back to your place?

  Sounds like a plan to me. You driving?

 Of course, if you want me to.

agent19:

  Ooo, someone else I can pick fights with when I need to let off some steam? Point me in his direction.

  You must not make much money, then.

  Ladies first.

Oh. Oh. Fair enough Gorgeous.

When and where. I’ll be there in two shakes.

(Source: faceitgenius)

agent19:

faceitgenius:

agent19:

  You know you love it, Flynn.

  Oh, were you? How about after I’ve gotten a few punches in?

  Probably, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still itching for a fight.

Oh do I, Morse?

You know, if you’re kind I’d still consider it. 

Well I might need to indulge you. I’ve been feeling quite paunchy. 

  You strike me as the kind of guy who’s a glutton for punishment.

  So I should punch you nicely? I’ll try, but I make no promises.

  Well, I certainly wasn’t going to say anything, but now that you mention it…

Me? A glutton for punishment? Hardly.  You should meet Nathan, in that case though.

How about we just avoid my face. It’s my moneymaker, after all.

Oh. Right then we’re on.  

agent19:

  You know you love it, Flynn.

  Oh, were you? How about after I’ve gotten a few punches in?

  Probably, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still itching for a fight.

Oh do I, Morse?

You know, if you’re kind I’d still consider it. 

Well I might need to indulge you. I’ve been feeling quite paunchy. 

(Source: faceitgenius)

agent19:

faceitgenius:

agent19:

faceitgenius:

Be gentle. It’s my first time.

  Somehow I doubt this will be your first time getting punched in the face.

Hurtful. You think I’m punchable, do you?

  I sure do. I could hit that face for days.

Ooh, you cruel woman you.

And to think I was going to take you out to dinner. 

A good spar, I might be okay with. But I seem to think you’re likely a better fighter than I am.

agent19:

faceitgenius:

Be gentle. It’s my first time.

  Somehow I doubt this will be your first time getting punched in the face.

Hurtful. You think I’m punchable, do you?

agent19:

faceitgenius:

I figure I’m in too deep now for any other line of work. I’d be lying if I said I hated the risk.

We ought to find that witch then, oughtn’t we?

Well, that sadistic son of a bitch is 6 feet under now. Further than that actually. I’d like to believe six hundred miles… We can’t always get what we want, though. 

I just hope he didn’t pull the strings like I did.

  There’s something to be said for the adrenaline rush a good ol’ fashioned firefight brings. Nothing like the threat of grave bodily injury to wake you up first thing in the morning.

  Find her and burn her so she doesn’t make trouble for anyone else, I say.

  You dump him in the ocean or something? Don’t tell Clint I said this, because I know we don’t see eye to eye on it, but sometimes people need to die for what they’ve done. It’s as simple as that.

Agreed. Though I can do without the grave again. 

Him. But yes, It’s rather difficult to find someone in a demolished lost city in the Himalayas.   

Oh, most definitely. If there were a few people I’d have no qualms putting down like the rabid mutts they are.

agent19:

faceitgenius:

It’s complicated, but yes. I’d rather believe a frag going off next to my lap offed me legally.

But ah..  I got better as well… Let’s go with witchcraft shall we? At least neither of us are newts.

That’s complicated too. Mixed with the wrong sort. Not that I really had much of a choice.

  Yeah, that would probably do it. Grenades have this nasty habit of being lethal.

  Thank god for that. I’m pretty sure neither one of us weighs the same as a duck, either, so we should be safe.

  That seems like a common theme with a lot of people, not having much choice. I’d say try to find a new job, but that’s probably easier said than done. And I can’t exactly see you in a cubicle, either.

I figure I’m in too deep now for any other line of work. I’d be lying if I said I hated the risk.

We ought to find that witch then, oughtn’t we?

Well, that sadistic son of a bitch is 6 feet under now. Further than that actually. I’d like to believe six hundred miles… We can’t always get what we want, though. 

I just hope he didn’t pull the strings like I did.