[rosa diaz] - for flightforfreedom - single!poe au from MoM

[mare_liberum]

It was only a matter of time before all the jokes about boning would finally be put into action. In all honesty, Rosa's surprised it didn't happen sooner, given how frequent the comments ricocheted back and forth between the two of them.

It was different than how her attraction had been to Pimento (and the Vulture, and the Sham Wow guy, and Stripe the evil Gremlin). In all of those scenarios, it'd been explicitly because they were .. fucked up, in one way or another. It was sort of a Diaz M.O. to be into people (or Gremlins) with something "wrong" with them. But in Poe's case, it was .. the opposite. Not that the guy didn't have his issues, but who the fuck didn't? He was hot as hell, that much was obvious, but he was also kind, caring, fiercely loyal, outgoing, funny. There was nothing overtly fucked about him, and for a while, Rosa just played it all off as a joke. All talk and no play, so to speak.

Until talk wasn't enough. Or, really, the talking could only escalate. She'd heard a song once with the line, the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex, and god damn, did she hope she and Poe would follow that pattern.

Someone asked the other out for drinks that night, it didn't matter who did what. What actually matters is that they find themselves sitting at some seedy bar in Maurtia Falls, tossing back drinks like they're water, enjoying each other's company. Rosa's not one to get bubbly or even flirty in the traditional sense, but her cheeks are flushed, and she's smiling and laughing more than she ever has before in her life. Poe brings that side out of her, and with anyone else, she'd hate it. She finds she doesn't mind it too much now.

"Round five!" she whoops, signaling the bartender for another pair of shots for the two of them.

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[flightforfreedom]

Poe was grinning from ear to fucking ear, one arm looped over Rosa's shoulders as he raised his empty glass in the bartender's direction, as a sort of 'you heard the woman' gesture, before setting it down on the table.

He's always been physically affectionate in a way that men on Earth wouldn't generally be - his personal space bubble far smaller than he was. So he had absolutely no qualms about leaning in far too close, his forehead touching the side of her head as he grinned and murmured into her ear.

"Okay. Okay. Guy in the corner. In the red jacket? Five bucks says I can get his face to match the colour in one look."

i'm already in fucking love god damn it

[pop_of_color]

Rosa's a little impatient when it comes to alcohol, especially when she wants it right now, so she taps her empty shot glass on the bartop a few times to try and speed things along. It's very much in line with how a kid might slam his fists on the table whilst holding a fork and knife when unwilling to wait for a meal.

Once the bartender brings the next round of shots over, Rosa takes both of them, handing Poe's over while pausing to bring hers to her mouth. Fucking hell. There's no way he doesn't know what he's doing, right? Leaning in, grinning like that, whispering in her ear? The guy's gotta know. He's gotta have every move calculated. No one's just like this, right?

She blinks herself out of her distracting thoughts to pretend to give the room a bit of a once-over, if only to snag a glance at the guy Poe's talking about. The dude is with a friend, both of them deep into fuck knows how many rounds. She can see the sweat on his forehead from here. Turning forward again, she raises her shot to him.

"Five bucks, you're on." She already knows she's going to lose. But it's gonna be a five dollars fucking well-spent.

this is going to go up like a housefire

[flightforfreedom]

He takes the shot, but he doesn't drink it - just holding onto it for a few seconds, still grinning. His arm is still hung loosely over her shoulders, but he leans out a little to better see the target of their

"Alright, alright, alright. Watch this."

He wet his lips, trapping hit tongue between then for a few seconds as he stared at the man in the red jacket - not looking away for even a second before the weight of being stared at made the stranger look up and over at him.

It was not a hard move. All Poe had to do was cock an eyebrow up, a lopsided smirk on his lips and a wink, and suddenly the other man was a brilliant shade of red. Poe grinned widely and pulled back with a laugh, before tipping his head back to down the shot. He slammed it down, then put his free hand out, palm up, towards Rosa.

"Told you."

POE YOU'RE GOING TO MELT PEOPLE'S CLOTHES IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT GOD

[pop_of_color]

Rosa pretends to be distractedly interested in her shot while casually keeping tabs on what Poe's doing. It's a move she mastered as a detective back in her last life. So long as she's not pissed off about something, she can go mostly unnoticed if she wants to.

She keeps a watch on Poe using her peripheral vision, and once she realizes what his tactics are, she turns towards the object of Poe's feigned affection. She could almost feel bad for the guy, because he's absolutely gonna dream about the hot-ass stranger who randomly flirted with him from across the room without doing a thing further.

Rosa eyes his outstretched hand with a mischievous grin of her own. She flicks the shot back with ease before lightly tossing the empty vessel back onto the bar. She takes her hand, putting it under his, and folds his fingers back up into a fist.

"Or, how about double or nothing," she starts, her words a little more fluid and liquid than normal, "I get the guy in the green jacket three idiots down to buy me the most expensive drink in the place."

you say that like that's not his #1 goal in life

[flightforfreedom]

He tries to smother his grin when she curls his fingers up, but doesn't manage it. He looks like he's having far, far too much fun.

"Yeah, alright. I'll take that bet." In the full knowledge that he's about to lose it. He was pretty sure - even without knives - that Rosa was completely capable of getting basically anything she wanted out of anyone.

you make an excellent point. i love how they're each so confident in the other's abilities

[pop_of_color]

"Dope." Rosa runs a hand through her hair, though it doesn't do much to contain the volume. She pulls a few strategic tendrils to frame her face, and gives her cheeks a little pinch to flush them with pink, immediately changing her look from one of being a Stone Cold Bad Ass to a Soft and Demure Gal. She even peels away her signature leather jacket, revealing a low-v black button up. She doesn't really have much more of a color scheme outside of black, really black, medium grey, dark grey, with the occasional maroon.

Clearing her throat, she practically transforms into a more innocent character, bright smile, big, glittering eyes with batting eyelashes, and mauve, pouty lips. With a parting wink, she slinks her way down towards her victim, acting as though she's just arrived.

After some feigned attempts at trying to get the bartender's attention, she lets out a pitiful humph!, which the guy eats up almost at once. They chat a little back and forth, Rosa tucking the hair behind her ear, diverting her gaze when appropriate, giggling like a school girl. The conversation goes on for about two (excruciating) minutes before the guy's thrusting a hand over the bar, unable to be ignored by the barkeep. The stranger asks her what she wants. She scrunches her mouth to one side, tapping her finger on her lips, furrowing her brows as she pretends to really have a good think about this. She eventually orders, the guy's eyes widening slightly as he realizes what she's ordered.

Once the drink's brought over, she lets out another giggle, tapping him on the arm before he can get another word in edgewise. She thanks him for the drink as she sips it, slinking back over to Poe, leaving the stranger with his mouth agape, unsure of what in the fuck just happened.

By the time she's come back to Poe, she looks more like her usual self. The fake bubbliness is gone. She holds the drink out to him to offer a sip.

"It's some bougie-ass mixed drink with all top-shelf alcohol. And pineapple juice, cause that shit is delicious!"

look they are fully aware of how hot they both are, okay, they aren't blind

[flightforfreedom]

Poe holds her flower takes her jacket as she zeroes in on her target, and then spends the whole time trying not to laugh as she plays him like a fucking fiddle. He breaks as soon as returns, not really caring that the guy is now glaring at him from the other side of the bar, and holds out her jacket.

"Alright, that was some undercover shit right there," He admits freely, leaning in and sliding his fingers over hers around the glass while he takes a sip.

"... Okay. Worth it? I would drink ten of those."

But there's a glint of mischief in his eye as he leans a little forward on the edge of his bar stool.

"So, what would you say to a little bit of a different form of bet?"

"KICK HIS ASS BABY I GOT YO FLOWER"

[pop_of_color]

"That was a lot better than when I tried going undercover for the Jimmy Jab games," Rosa admits with a huff of air to blow a piece of hair out of her face. "I didn't make it past one person. Fucking Hank called me sweetheart, like a condescending piece of shit."

Reign it in, Rosa. You don't have to give a shit about sexist Hank anymore. Especially not when Poe's looking at you the way he is, oh-so-casually slipping his fingers over yours.

She ignores the burst of heat that puffs out from under her collar at his touch.

His question elicits a quiet grunt from her, instinctual and completely animalistic. But, not to be outdone or caught too off guard, she leans forward on her own stool, hovering inches from his face.

"Name it.'