The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Sarah could've stayed in London a little longer. And maybe she even should've. But the older she got, the more she preferred to leave while things were still nice. Or at least relatively okay. So Boxing Day rolling around? Pretty much time to jet. Or, portal.

Which she had.

As anyone with eyes (who happened to be around – Fandom felt like a ghost town right now by Sarah's estimation) could see from the simple fact of her cigarette-smoking form walking through the park right now, a bag slung over her shoulder. There was also a scarf with an old-school superhero comic sound effect print around her neck.

Don't ask. It was Jenny's fault.

[ooc: Open, yes.]

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[notgetkilled]

"Oh, you're still alive," Bellamy said as he breezed past her, shoulder bumping against hers as he did. He turned around and smirked. "Won't be for long if you keep doing that."

[electrocynic]

"Doing what?" Sarah drawled, sending a puff of smoke in his general direction. "Walking? They do say it's bloody dangerous, that."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy let the smoke swirl around his head before shaking a hand to blow it away.

"Guess this is how you get that seductive voice of yours," he said, smirking. "Raspy and gruff. So hot."

[electrocynic]

Sarah raised an eyebrow at him. Just barely.

"Did someone inject you with holiday spirit? Or did Caritas have a sale?"

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I didn't celebrate the stupid holiday. It doesn't even make sense to me. I don't want to give presents to anyone and I don't want to get any either."

[electrocynic]

"There he is," Sarah rasped, nodding, as if he'd revealed his true colours once more or something. "Mind you, 's not like you have anyone here to give presents to, anyway."

Just a hunch.

[notgetkilled]

"You sure about that or just making assumptions because you like me so much?" Bellamy asked. There were a few people he could think of that he would have gotten gifts for if he'd been that type of person.

[electrocynic]

She shrugged. "Can't say I really care enough, either way."

[notgetkilled]

"And what kind presents did you get?" Bellamy asked, crossing his arms. "Did you get anything good? Anything from all your friends?"

[electrocynic]

"My fucking weight in chocolate ––" Only a slight exaggeration. "–– and this scarf."

The gaudy, gaudy scarf.

"And some other rubbish."

[notgetkilled]

"Congratulations," Bellamy said, rolling his eyes. He didn't really understand why this holiday was a thing, why it was such a big thing and why people loved it so much. "Guess wearing a scarf when it's so warm out is just you going against the system, isn't it?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes right back at him. "It was colder where I'm from." Though not by much, but still.

[notgetkilled]

"Where are you from?" he asked, tilting his head. "That accent pretty much makes it clear that it's not here. But, what do I know, I lived in space."

[electrocynic]

"England."

She exhaled another puff of smoke.

"Don't suppose you've heard of that, up in space."

[notgetkilled]

"Maybe in passing but not recently, no," he said, shrugging. "Guess you guys didn't go down in that much history, huh?"

[electrocynic]

Snort. "We were a bloody big empire once, mate."

No word on whether that was an argument for or against what he'd said.

[notgetkilled]

"But you're not anymore," Bellamy pointed out, shrugging. "Must not have been a great empire, right?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged. The cigarette, or what was left of it, got dropped on the ground and stepped on. "Well, it was based on taking land that didn't belong to us, anyway."

[notgetkilled]

"Well see, that's something no one fights over where I'm from," he drawled, shaking his head. "No one wants any space in space. It's all the same. Cold and empty."

[electrocynic]

Sarah gave that comment a particularly hearty eyeroll. She had a few reasons. None she'd talk about.

She considered lighting up another cigarette.

"Why are you out here wandering around, anyway?"

[notgetkilled]

"Can't a guy take a walk?" he asked, shrugging. "I have to have a reason? Maybe I was just hoping to see your friendly face."

[electrocynic]

"Well, were you?"

She knew what the answer was, but hey, he'd put it out there. She could amuse herself by asking.

[notgetkilled]

"Yes, I was," he lied, smiling charmingly. "I woke up thinking about you and had to come find you."

[electrocynic]

Sarah tilted her head. "And what for?"

[notgetkilled]

"What do you mean what for?" he asked, tilting his head right back at her. "Thinking I have ulterior motives or something?"

[electrocynic]

Oh, look, another shrug. "Usually people do when they have to come find other people."

[notgetkilled]

"You're paranoid," Bellamy said, shaking his head. "Maybe I just like to look. Maybe I just wanted to enjoy."

[electrocynic]

Sarah snickered, even if it was kind of dry and rough. "Then those are your 'what for'. Jesus, paranoid? How thick are you?"

[notgetkilled]

"Oh, I'm very thick," he said, turning her words into an innuendo because he could. "Thanks for asking!"

[electrocynic]

That was it, she was lighting another cigarette.

"Oh, and predictable to boot."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy smirked at her and shook his head. "It's been a delight talking to you but I've got better things to do. No longer thinking about your face."

[electrocynic]

Sarah flicked ash off the end of her cigarette while giving him an idle look.

She mirrored his smirk, if a little more faintly and more crookedly. "Shame."

[notgetkilled]

"Is it?" Bellamy asked over his shoulder.

[electrocynic]

"Maybe."

The smirk said one thing, the shrug said another.

[notgetkilled]

"And why's that?" Bellamy asked, intrigued despite himself.

[electrocynic]

Sarah didn't look smug. Much. Maybe there was a hint of it.

"Just saying," she said, and took another drag off her cigarette, "could be better things to do without you going off alone."

Maybe this was her way of having holiday spirit. Or, she was almost entirely sure Atton wasn't home right now.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy eyed her and then shrugged. "Then, come with me. I've got coffee at my apartment."

See how kind and friendly and nice he was? So kind and friendly and nice.

[electrocynic]

So kind and friendly and nice and generous.

"Coffee's good."

That was a deal.

[notgetkilled]

"Then, come on," he said and nodded in the direction of his apartment. "No smoking in the apartment, though. You'll have to find other things to do."

[electrocynic]

Sarah gave a quiet snort. "Mmh. Sure we'll find something."

So, she followed. Hopefully a decent way to spend an evening.