Owner	Pose
Jacen	It is never dull working in his line. It is less dull when it is done in Gotham City. Three 24 hour shifts, 12 hours awake and 12 hours on call while he sleeps. Sleep is elusive. So he makes his way to a bar for a beer before he goes to seek out a bed and peace for two days before he is back on call somewhere. He pushes his hat back a little and takes a draw from the mug.
Skye Johnson	Skye was 'in the neighbourhood', meaning she was close enough to Hell's Kitchen, ie Clint, without actually looking for him. Sure, she was over him, but that didn't mean she cared about him any less. There was no news from there. And even though she had promised herself she wouldn't look up where he was stationed now? She did. He was on a leave of absence. Thus the worry. Walking through the doors to O'Riley's she smirked at the local detectives. "Yeah, yeah. I still am not worried about the grey areas of my job. And were I, you still wouldn't be able to pin it on me!" To which there were guffaws. She was used to them joshing. And when push came to shove, they were happy she was on their side. "One beer, please. Whatever you've got on tap."
Jacen	Another drink from the mug and Jacen turns his attention towards the familiar voice as Skye enters. He smirks a little and leans on the bar. No he isn't a police officer, but the other have so far not seemed to mind too much. He raises his mug her direction. Smile or not, the eyes are weary and tired. Another drink and he settles to let her have her exchanges with the others in the bar and mostly just enjoys not having to think too hard or over load his own adrenaline to save lives.
Skye Johnson	It seems, these days, that Skye couldn't go anywhere without running into Jacen. Changing her preposition, she wanders over to him. "Is anyone sitting next to you?" She nods at either of the seats on either side. "You know, if I was a superstitious person, I would begin to think that the stars had a plan for us together. You sure you aren't trying to get my attention?" Skye grins, to show she isn't serious. "Speaking of.. any news from our last encounter?"
Jacen	"Only you." he replies when she asks if someone is sitting next to him. He smirks a little and shrugs,"M' grandpa'd say there's no coincidence. Things jus' happen b'cause they should." He chuckles softly and after another drink he replies,"I used ta show off f'r a livin' darlin'. If I w's tryin' ta get y'r attention there'd be no question. As f'r th' other, not really. Reckon it'll all sort't 'self out'n time."
Skye Johnson	Slipping into the lest seat, where she had a great view from the mirror of the entrance, she cants her head, and thinks. "You know, I wouldn't care about the big rodeo star. Let me tell you about Clint. Hawkeye. I was on the third date? I think. And he took me to a hole in the wall near his apartment. He didn't think twice about that place. Except.." "Someone had put up a shrine to him. An actual shrine to Hawkeye. Around the neighbourhood everyone knew him, and the pizza joint was next door to where he lived. I liked him for who he was, not what he was. So, that other person?" She made a gesture with a hand. "It doesn't matter." She nods at the bartender as he brought her drink. "Nothing? I could do some digging?" It's what she does!!
Jacen	"Ya know sometimes that'd kinda sting, but in your case, kinda glad ya don' care 'bout that kinda thing." he admits. He considers more of her words and nods,"Spotlight's fun f'r a minute. After that it gets kinda tiresome. Showin' off's fun, but it ain' really bein' a cowboy doin' that. Real cowboy stuff ain' done with witnesses. Just work." He shakes his head and adds,"I got th' blade inta th' hands of an elder right now. What he's said so far don' make no sense, but we'll see. Quezelcoatl. He says it's is something that represents a bearded white god of ancient lore."
Skye Johnson	Skye snorts. "I like you, Jace. You don't have to impress me. I am one of the world's foremost hackers, and trust me, being noticed gets boring. I like you for your job. You background. Not the rodeo, but your ancestors. My life is pebbled with holes. So many things I still have to get to the bottom of. if." She shakes her head. "Isn't that god one that people in South America worshipped long ago?"
Jacen	He raises his mug in salute and winks,"Appreciate it." he admits. As for the other he shakes his head,"Mexico an' Central America more, but some mention'n South America too." he replies,"I'm tryin' ta get'n contact with some folks that're a little more knowledgeable 'bout it. Outside m' wheelhouse."
Skye Johnson	"Correction." Skye takes it, and adjusts her mental framework. "What would it be doing up in Vancouver anyways?"
Jacen	"Yeah. Kinda been wonderin' th' same. Some tribes're spoken 'bout goin' to th' islands of th' sea'n all. Maybe some group took't an' went north ta escape over population? Still mostly guessin' right now."
Skye Johnson	"Well. I know I offered before, but I'll offer it again, if you think of something you need help on, give me a text." Skye frowns. "Other than that, you can bet your bottom dollar that the gods will make our paths cross again." Or else they eat at the same spots. Either/or. She drank a big swig, and pushed her drink away half full, and got up. "Midnight here. Morning over the ocean." She waves and takes off.