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He had excused himself after Sir Justin had waltzed off to deal with a situation in his British homeland after Mr Terrific had contacted those in Manhattan, the parade being held in their honour following the fight against Darkseid was slowly starting to wind down though some of the more sociable members of the League were still meeting and greeting, and signing autographs.
Locating a place called Tavern On Jane along 31 8th Avenue, the cowboy had slipped in, taking a seat at the bar, and took distracted swigs from the bottle, not bothering with a glass.
As he finished his first beer, a flicker of movement from the television, which was set to a local news channel, caught his attention as it replayed the events of the parade, and his eyes narrowed as he had a glimpse of the leading cars and the founding League members riding in them.
His face changed as he spotted her, a conflicted look flashing across it. He shouldn't feel this way, considering what she had done to everyone..., what her people had done to him, but since the off-planet trap that those other Thanagarians had set, he had ended up on more missions with her, getting to know her slowly and surely, and damn, if she wasn't quite the little spitfire.
Maybe that's where this slowly-growing attraction had come from, the fact that in her own way, she was almost a kindred spirit.
Even if he did chose to admit this to her, she still wasn't over Stewart danggit, though he didn't deserve her. That damned Green Lantern had made his choice and opted for someone else. That left her free and single, but would she want him?
Sighing to himself, he ordered another Budweiser.