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mayfield_logs2012-03-20 08:04 pm
questionauthority) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-03-20 08:04 pm
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When Irish Skyes Are Smiling
Who: The Riddler and Ema Skye
What: Some much-needed downtime on St. Patrick's Day
Where: Olney's Tavern
When: Backdated to Saturday, March 17th, 195X
Warnings: Drunkenness and potentially inappropriate behavior for a public setting.
[After being threatened by a Nazi cyborg and discovering that your seven-year-old daughter has been turned into yet another mindless drone, pretty much anyone would say they've had a considerably lousy week. And though Edward's continued to hide behind that signature smugness of his, Ema's gotten much better at seeing right through his bullshit.
So with St. Patrick's Day on the rise, she'd suggested spending the evening at Olney's. And Edward had been quick to agree.
They've been there for some time already, Edward decked out in his most viridian attire and Ema having stolen his hat in an attempt to prevent him from pinching her for the fifteenth time, but the night is still young. And there's certainly no shortage of alcohol. Music to their moderately-buzzed ears.
Eddie folds his arms across the counter, staring down at his reflection in the frothy mug for a moment before glancing over at Ema. He gazes at her contemplatively before rolling back his shoulders in an indifferent shrug and moving to pinch her arm.
Who cares if she's wearing green now?]
What: Some much-needed downtime on St. Patrick's Day
Where: Olney's Tavern
When: Backdated to Saturday, March 17th, 195X
Warnings: Drunkenness and potentially inappropriate behavior for a public setting.
[After being threatened by a Nazi cyborg and discovering that your seven-year-old daughter has been turned into yet another mindless drone, pretty much anyone would say they've had a considerably lousy week. And though Edward's continued to hide behind that signature smugness of his, Ema's gotten much better at seeing right through his bullshit.
So with St. Patrick's Day on the rise, she'd suggested spending the evening at Olney's. And Edward had been quick to agree.
They've been there for some time already, Edward decked out in his most viridian attire and Ema having stolen his hat in an attempt to prevent him from pinching her for the fifteenth time, but the night is still young. And there's certainly no shortage of alcohol. Music to their moderately-buzzed ears.
Eddie folds his arms across the counter, staring down at his reflection in the frothy mug for a moment before glancing over at Ema. He gazes at her contemplatively before rolling back his shoulders in an indifferent shrug and moving to pinch her arm.
Who cares if she's wearing green now?]