"You got it," the bartender said, collecting Hawk's and Parker's glasses. He apparently didn't catch Hawk smiling at him rather wistfully, or Hawk letting his gaze linger on him as he turned to reach up to the shelves behind the bar. Parker did, though, and she smirked.

"Oh, honey."

"What?" Hawk said absently, slowly pulling his gaze away.

"You are not subtle."

"C'mon," Hawk protested, but half-heartedly.

"I'm not makin' fun of you!" Parker assured him, grinning. She patted his shoulder. "It's cute. You wear your lil heart right on your sleeve, huh."

"Wull I can't help it," Hawk answered. "I'm fuckin' surrounded by good-lookin' people all th' time now. It's intimidatin'."

The bartender returned just then with a fresh glass for each of them. Parker giggled. "Maybe you should lay off the whiskey."

A short silence fell then between them, tempered by the laughing and buzz of the monsters in the dimly-lit background.

"Now's probably a good time to talk to Teige about" Hawk paused "you-know-what, before he an' I go, tomorrow."

Parker glanced at him. With the hand bracing his head on the bar he pointed to where Teige was hovering around the pool table, with Abi and the buffalo-headed minotaur.

"I dunno what he'll say," Hawk admitted, quietly, "But I'm sure he'd rather talk t'you about this than me."

Parker didn't say anything for a moment, apparently mulling this over. Finally, she picked up her whiskey sour and got to her feet.

"Be right back," she told Hawk.