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[ winn has been working hard on becoming his own hero - and really, on the whole, it's working - sure, his face looks like an abstract painting after the bar fight he got into, and he's got some matching bruises on the rest of his body, but he held his own. yeah, robb was there (he possibly wouldn't have had the issue to begin with if he weren't, but he could've also had it worse, who knows) but robb didn't have to save him - he fought for himself, and that means a lot to him.

that being said, he's still not thrilled about the idea of repeating the experience. even heroes need backup sometimes, right! he decides this request is better made in person so after texting mon-el and making sure that he's free - he hops on a shuttle and heads over to the goldstone. ]

Hi - [ he waves when he gets off the shuttle, and smiles even though it kinda hurts. can people stop punching him in the face now? ]

[He was already smiling as Winn stepped out of the shuttle. He wasn't exactly sure what Winn wanted other than to see him, but that was reason enough for a smile. They can always use more hanging out time. But that smile drops and gets joined by wider eyes when he catches sight of Winn's face.]

Wow, what happened to you? [Moving forward.] Are you okay?

I'm fine -- I kinda...got into a bar fight.

[ that does not get any less weird to say every time he does it. ]

How many bar fights?

Eh, one fight, a whole bar. I don't half-ass anything...wish I did, though.

What happened? You don't seem like a fight starter.

It was nothing, it was a bad part of a not so great asteroid, and everyone was drunk. Thing is, though, I actually do need to go back there.

That is not an answer. Why do you need to go back?

...because I need to buy ammo cuz Peggy is teaching me how to shoot, cuz it's ridiculous I'm an agent who goes in the field and I have no way to defend myself.

[ that covers it, right? ]

[He nods slowly because he makes a good point. He can't really use the "but I or Kara or Kitty will be there" argument when his face is looking like that.] Then I guess we should get you some of those lead bullets. [That he's not incredibly fond of for reasons.]

I'm working on an alternative, you know - non-lethal, non-lead - but until I get that going, I have to practice with something.

[He pats him on the shoulder.] Of course you are. I can't think of a more Winn thing for you to do. Let's go.

Thanks.

[ it's so nice, that he doesn't even have to ask, that mon-el doesn't hesitate. ]

When we're done with this, drink's on me.

[He's just glad Winn isn't fighting him on it. Then again, he probably wouldn't be here if he wanted to go in alone.] You bet it is. [He smiles.] So, is this going to be a less than legitimate purchase? With the bullets, not the drinks.

[ absolutely not fighting him on it. he's done fighting. fighting hurts. ]

It's - [ he clears his throat ] it's a little questionable.

Is it with the same people you were beating up? [Let's just assume Winn won. Sure.]

[ hey, he didn't lose! he just...ran away. ]

No, they didn't show up, the whole place beating itself up kinda ruined it.

And what started the fighting? [You know, since you never answered that part and all.]

This guy I know with a bad temper was fighting with one of the drunks, and it just sort of...spread like fire.

[ he doesn't want to sell out robb, but man. it was scary ]

You had his back. Good man.

Of course, couldn't leave him.

[ he mostly tried to get them to the door, but it did involve landing some punches! ]

Well, I'd hate to see the other guys. I hope the one who got you into the fight bought you a drink.

Wasn't really in a drinking mood after it - more in a getting home and trying to figure out how to explain this to my girlfriend - mood.

Yeah, how did she take that?

Way better than I thought she would.