( he pours a second glass and slides it down the bar toward her. anderson isn't surprised by the action, if only because she felt the intention before he acted on it, but she does glance at the glass for a moment as though it is a foreign object.
in a way, it is. she's never really had a drink. growing up in the hall of justice, being a mutant — it's not like people were asking her to join them when they went out drinking. she passes for regular easily, but at the hall of justice, people had known.
wesley doesn't know. she wonders if she should mention it. if it would even mean anything to him. instead, she picks up the glass and tips it a little to one side, studying the way the artificial light hits the liquid. )
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in a way, it is. she's never really had a drink. growing up in the hall of justice, being a mutant — it's not like people were asking her to join them when they went out drinking. she passes for regular easily, but at the hall of justice, people had known.
wesley doesn't know. she wonders if she should mention it. if it would even mean anything to him. instead, she picks up the glass and tips it a little to one side, studying the way the artificial light hits the liquid. )
It has been about that long for me.