of Green Lantern?β He scoffed again before she had time to answer. This was unbelievable. βIβm Green Lantern. You know, sworn protector of Sector 2814. The guy whoβs been keepinβ this planet safe for the last thirty years?β A beat. βNone of this sounds familiar?β
A grimace appeared after she mirrored his look; Hal scoffed and waved her off. He couldnβt believe what he was hearing. How could no one have heard of Green Lantern? It was only one of the most recognizable names in the entire πππππ . βAre you telling me youβve never heard β
she winces internally and, for the life of her, canβt school her features into neutrality. cocky shocker, isnβt he .α£
β it might ring a bell, β she said, mirroring the same expression, β usually, people still come up to me with a β
βGoldfish?β Hal laughed heartily. βI like that. Thatβs good. You know, before I became a big shot in the saving-the-world-department, I used to gamble my baseball cards on the playground when we played that. Now ainβt that somethinβ?β The fond memory made him laugh again.
Dark eyes flicker to the intergalactic bit of jewelry heβs flashing, a brow raising β- unimpressed, clearly.
βWell, I prefer Go Fish. No nonsense, straight to the point.β
Hal broke out into a smile, held up his hands, and shook his head. βNo. Not me, darlinβ. Iβm sure you already know everythinβ there is about me, seeinβ as Iβm Green Lantern and all.β He narrowed his eyes. βYou π π know who I am, donβt ya?β
Hal lifted the glass, said, "Thanks," and then took a sip. He studied the flavor by swishing the contents around in his mouth before he swallowed with a loud gulp. "This ain't poison, is it?" he said, tilting the glass. "Not exactly top shelf. You give this to all your guests?"
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β βββββ Respecting our elders ?
β Nah. More like shoot first, ask later.
β Roll of her eyes with a sigh, but
β she eventually gave in, pouring
β two drinks and handing him one
β of the glasses before taking a long
β sip from her own.
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βWhy the fuck would I play backgammon with a buncha yahoos when I have this,β Hal brandished the intergalactic ring on his finger, βthe most powerful weapon on Godβs green Earth? Iβm more of an Uno guy, anyhow.β
Thatβs Mister Headache to you, young lady. Whatever ever happened to respectinβ your elders? Did they not teach you that over in Gotham?
Hand over the bottle; Iβm getting all worked up and need to take the edge off. You said you had whiskey?
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β βββββ Oh, sure, because my
β night would be sooo much better
β with you stealing my booze and
β with a new headache named
β Hal Jordan.
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