A drunken meet (Lance/Legacy)

It had been rather gloomy lately as Lance walked through the streets. Gray rain clouds filled the sky as he walked. He was wearing his usual black coat but this time he had his hood on and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His face was aimed at the ground as he walked and seemed like he was deep in thought.

Lance continued walked like this for five minutes before turning and entering the bar. This was his second day in a row entering like this and the bartender started to notice this. As Lance sat down he didn't look up "One beer please..." he said and the bartender looked at him "Lance, this is the second day in a row you have come in here like this. Are you sure your ok?" he asked concerned and Lance nodded "Yah and like I said yesterday I am fine..." he muttered as he grabbed the beer and took a sip.

Marick eyed the young figure who'd entered the tavern, raising his own beer to his lips. The figure was unmistakably recognisable as one of the two members of Team Shadow Strike, a pair that the Solitaire had had the pleasure of fighting not so long ago. It seemed that now however the young man was looking rather down, and the landlord had picked up on it as well.

At first Marick debated whether to go and speak with the Fairy Tail mage. He'd probably be speaking out of turn afterall. After a few moments the Solitaire decided to make the move. He shifted over a couple of stools so he was sat beside Lance and then sipped more of his beer. "Has anybody ever told you that you're a terrible liar?" he asked casually, not making eye contact with the younger mage just yet.

Lance set down his glass of beer when he heard the voice talking to him "Hello Marick..." he said softly "Nice to see you again... we have a bit of catching up to do..." Lance said ignoring the comment about him lying.

Lance took a few sips of his beer before he began talking again "I got a few new girls in the team... we have a full team now me and the girls..." he said with silently while trying to change the subject from him lying.

He took a few more sips of beer before sighing and giving up the act "What would you do if your daughter got kidnapped?" he asked Marick without making eye contact with him.

A team full of girls. Marick couldn't have done better himself, that much was for certain. "I envy you on that. Got a nice few to choose from there." the Solitaire joked as he sipped more of his beer. However, as Lance spoke his last few words, Marick's face became stern with thought. He didn't have children of his own of course. But there were children in the guild and of course there was Kara, a girl he now viewed almost like family. If anyone were to kidnap her...

"...if I had a daughter and someone kidnapped her...I would do everything within my power to find her and leave the culprits so broken that they'd be wishing I'd killed them." he replied coldly, perhaps colder than he'd initially intended. He'd never considered what it'd be like to be a father. Was this a paternal instinct that he would maybe discover one day?

Lance listened to Marick carefully before taking a few sips more sips and becoming slightly intoxicated "and what if the person finding his daughter ended up killing the person who kidnapped his daughter. Would that be ok?" Lance as sternly with a bit of a slur to his voice. He was trying not to get Marick to realize that he was talking about himself.

He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes and waited until he couldn't take it anymore. "Marick did you know that I have a daughter? Would you like me to tell you about her?" He said as he pulled off his hood and looked Marick in the face.