people just want to see if it's true, if it's you

[lostundercover]

Characters: Billy Costigan + Kyle Rayner; + alt!Lincoln Lee; + [OPEN]
Date: July 20-23ish
Location: Various
Situation: Costigan's out of prison and needs to talk to people and stuff.
Warnings/Rating: Language. Potential mentions of prison, gangs, violence.

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[lostundercover]

Costigan chokes a little on his drink at Bruce's first remark with an unintentional laugh. He immediately coughs the liquid back up without too much difficulty and waves a dismissive hand to settle any potential concern from Bruce or the waiter. Once he seems alright, he takes the intended sip of beer, a smile still on his lips. Yes, Bruce. He knows what people give you if you sound like you know what you're talking about. His profession is based on it.

"Sure," he croaks. After clearing his throat, he begins again. "Sure, guy. I'll keep asking around with the other issues."

He finishes his drink and sets the empty glass on the table between them. "Anything else?"

[angermanaging]

He watches that choked laughter with an exasperated, wry look, not even attempting to guess what it was about.

"No. You're released." Bruce shakes his head, relaxing back into his seat more comfortably and making no move to leave himself just yet. "Maybe some day we'll do something not work related." Because this is work, undoubtedly.

[lostundercover]

"Sure, yeah. Anytime." Which, between them, is really code for 'yeah, maybe someday.'

Costigan gives the man a respectful nod as he stands, grabbing his empty glass to carry over to the bar. There are waiters, of course, but he's found that they appreciate him a little more when he shows signs of small favor like this. Setting his glass up at the bar, he and the bartender exchange nods and then he makes his way out of the place, leaving Bruce to his own thoughts.