[ Vasquez feels Faraday tense, but he largely chalks it up to catching him by surprise; he feels the weight of his own tension in the room, and it's hard not to be on edge right now.
Fortunately for the both of them, actively concealing that is a matter of practice.
Vasquez's brows rise as a tray passes labeled "Michter," and he catches a glass of his own before the waiter disappears again. His smile is more genuine when Faraday relishes his new drink; even by their standards, this is still a treat. Vasquez contents himself with sipping his bourbon, eyes finally landing on Bogue.
He's not surprised. ]
We're in good company, it seems.
[ Maybe if they get the chance, they can drop a tracker on Bogue, too.
(Not one of the internal ones.)
He rests his hand absently at Faraday's back as he sips his drink, trying to keep up that effortless appearance of romance. ]
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Fortunately for the both of them, actively concealing that is a matter of practice.
Vasquez's brows rise as a tray passes labeled "Michter," and he catches a glass of his own before the waiter disappears again. His smile is more genuine when Faraday relishes his new drink; even by their standards, this is still a treat. Vasquez contents himself with sipping his bourbon, eyes finally landing on Bogue.
He's not surprised. ]
We're in good company, it seems.
[ Maybe if they get the chance, they can drop a tracker on Bogue, too.
(Not one of the internal ones.)
He rests his hand absently at Faraday's back as he sips his drink, trying to keep up that effortless appearance of romance. ]
What do you think? Go make friends?