Downtime

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

It was unseasonably warm for being just after Thanksgiving, but not THAT warm that the trenchcoat couldn't be worn.

For either of them.

Sand was trying to get one on one time with the entire team, so he agreed to meet folks wherever they were to kind of get a feel for them.

The bar wasn't quite his first choice - but he knew that this particular member had his own quirks.

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[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"You're not misfits - you just puzzle pieces that got scattered a bit too far from the table." Sand counters, very quicly. "For one thing, I don't lead the JSA, although I did for a time. Mr. Terrific, however, was born to that role."

"As to the why...well, when I was a teenager, Wesley Dodds decided to bring me into the life rather than telling me that it was 'too dangerous for a kid'. That's a mixture of trust and optimism that I like to think can translate into the Outsiders. Granted, it's EASIER to be a team when you like and trust one another - but there's no instant fix for that. It takes time, both in battle together and off duty together, to build that level of trust."

"Besides - I don't like people feeling as if no one gives a damn about them. Even if no one else does - that's when I tend to."

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

The chimp chuckles as he takes a few more peanuts. "Sucker for the hard-luck cases, huh?"

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"I think of it more as having a desire to see everyone reach the potential they were born with." Sand sips his Coke. "Why do you think you're where you are now...I mean in a grander sense, I know why you're here at the Floating Vagabond or whatever they call this place."

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Because whatever big guy is upstairs has a messed up sense of humor. That's about it." He motions for another shot.

Yeah, best not to dwell on that one too much.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Doubt that." Sand said. He then pauses for a second, and his eyes kinda gloss over for a second, then stop. "What are you currently drinking, Bobo?"

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

"Whiskey doubleshots," he answers. He rolls his eyes. Here it comes.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand puts his hand over the shotglass as the barkeep sets it down. "That didn't come from the same bottle the whiskey has been." He looks over at the barkeep. "Sir, double check this?"

"What the frak do you mean it'...oh geez." He looks a bit embarassed, then looks at the chimp. "Man, I'm so sorry. This was supposed to go over to the far corner. Geez, I coulda lost one of my best customers."
He looks at Sand. "This stuff's one of the best selling whiskeys we have for some of the more demonic clientele, but it's deadly to most known Terran species."

[onthecase.livejournal.com]

"Good catch, Sand." He looks at the shot. Huh. Would've been one hell of a way to go...