Bleeding Red

[Hemlocke]

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It would seem to him, as her gaze and focus on him faded away, that she'd either lost interest, was simply here for the drink, or she was attempting to throw off his analyzing gaze. Her guard was down, slouching into the booth, entirely relaxing, exaggerating her sounds of enjoyment. She was trying a little... or rather, "way" too hard to throw off suspicions of her true nature, and the more she performed to make the convincing lie, the more he watched. It was a mask, one he got to see under with her minor breaks of disposition into pure neutrality with a sinister undertone. It was intriguing to watch to be certain.

"Easily."

Whiskey, he could've guessed if he hadn't been so focused on the woman herself. A drink for a fiery personality, the go-to for testing tolerance. He wondered if that's what she was doing, some people tended to share a drink to get the measure of a person. That didn't make much sense to him, she was very actively caught up in an elaborate bluff that seemed more like a coping and distancing mechanism for her own psyche than it was to fool anyone else. His gaze finally broke off her, looking down to the cybernetic eye, two tiny tools and the faceplate it lay upon, almost reflecting as he drew parallels between other people he'd met and their dispositions in such situations, their actions and behaviors. His singular eye gaze a watchful glance over the bar while Ruby relaxed into her booth without a care in the world. His guard still up.

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