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[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

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[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

And Connor wouldn't expect the ever lovely Kyle not to show up when he was in the bar, right? Of course not. The idea was poposterous in and of itself! Especially when they were both thrown into new situations.

So there Kyle was, entering the bar a few minutes after Connor had. He was luckily out of uniform, having been checking out his new room at Oa before he had been dragged into the bar.

And of course, he doesn't fail to spot his friend. Waving, he walked over to the booth that Connor had situated himself at.

"How's it going, buddy?"

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor blinks, then smiles, deciding that he is relieved to be here after all. It's been... well, however long it has been, it's been too long since he's seen Kyle. So.

"Decidedly better," He says. "How're things for you?"

[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

"Much better. The Guardians are recruiting, and I'm supposed to teach some of the rookies," Kyle said with a grin. He was never the teacher type, but hey, being able to contribute like this felt good. Not to mention that he felt like he had a purpose.

"And does decidedly better mean not really that great?" Kyle may be dense at times, but not when it came to things like this.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Recruiting? Well, this was a good thing, wasn't it? Connor could see the difference in Kyle already. "And you're enjoying that?" He's... not too surprised, really.

"I haven't seen the bar in awhile," Connor says, only giving a vague sort of answer to the latter statement. "So it's nice to see it again."

[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

"Guy's not liking it too much, but I think it's great. We were stretched pretty thin before. Hopefully, we'll get a good bunch of Green Lanterns from this," Kyle said cheerfully. Some of them didn't seem too eager, but that wasn't surprising. Everyone was different.

"How's life treating you?" Kyle could tell something was wrong. And was he going to let that go? Of course not.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Does Guy ever like anything? Connor really wonders about him from what he's heard, sometimes. "And what are you teaching them?"

Life was... well. "I've been on vacation."

[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

"We haven't really gotten to specifics yet. More of an...introduction? And I'm not the main instructor, anyway," Kyle said with a shrug. Not that he minded. Not at all. He knew that Kilowog was much better in that position.

"Really? Did your dad let you?"

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"Where's this going on?" Surely not on Earth, because... well. Yes.

"He didn't let me -not-," Connor says, with a bit of a humourless smile.

[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

"On Oa." Of course. It was all shiny and rebuilt and new.

"Ah. Well, if he even makes you take a vacation, I'd say you were pretty stressed." That much was evident. Oliver could be quite dense at times.

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin wanders over, having noticed the indifference in this young man. He sets a cup of tea in front of Connor.

"You look a little stressed..."

He says simply. Not that he's one to talk of course.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Well. Connor does not know this man, but that makes no difference in the bar, does it? This is a place to be social. And the fact that he has brought tea earns him just a few more points than he might already have.

"Well, tea fixes everything," he says, and means it, too.

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin shrugs.

"It's something I've learned in my time here."

He holds out his hand.

"I'm Anakin...Anakin Solo."

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"It's a good thing to learn. And... thank you."

Connor reachs out to take the hand and shake it. "Connor Hawke. It's nice to meet you, Anakin." He smiles.

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

He smiles and nods.

"So might I ask, where and perhaps when are you from?"

He doesn't move to sit unless invited after all, he is kinda interrupting.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor understands needing and wanting an invitation. "Join me?" He invites, and then goes to answer the question. "Star City, California. 2004." He looks a bit inquisitive. "And you?"

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

"All over really. My father is from Corellia and my mother was raised on Alderaan."

He sits down across from Connor and sighs a bit.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I haven't heard of those places," Connor says. Not that he's too surprises, really; this -was- Milliways, after all. "Are they planets or lands?"

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

While Connor sits in his booth, there was another sitting in the booth directly behind him, slouching and hat on, faceless face peering at nothing but a glass of water.

Eventually, the no-faced man had gotten to his knees atop his seat, turning around to tap Connor on the head.

"Salt?" he inquired for, hand out.

"How's Ollie?" the featureless man also hissed softly in his off-kilter voice.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor grabs the salt and turns to give it, startling more than a little at the man's faceless appearance. But he smooths his own reaction over quickly (there -has- been stranger), and offers a faint smile as well as the salt.

And then startles again when he's processed the question.

"...you know my father?"

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

The salt was accepted, and the faceless man shrugged faintly in response.

"We've worked together previously. Haven't seen him for awhile. Made contact. Figure I'd check with you."

For whatever reason, he shook the salt into his glass of water.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor raises an eyebrow at the use of the salt, but says nothing. To each their own, yes?

"And what did you say your name was?"

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

"Didn't say my name was anything. Typically known as the Question, if anything. But suppose if you talked to your father, he'd let you know the name under the mask, if he sees fit."

He offered the salt back.

"And you. His son. Connor Hawke. So very unlike his father. Yes... quite interesting."

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"It tends to happen when one isn't raised by their father." Not that this fact could have been helped any - Ollie hadn't even known about him. But.

"You seem to be very knowledgable," he observes.

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," he responded a bit darkly. The Human Enigma had never met his parents.

"I keep tabs on people. Something of a hobby." More like an obsession.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"Tabs?" Connor raises an eyebrow. "How so?"