Iggy looked out over the table, drink in hand, a small smile upon his lips. Vaughn and Sasha were discussing Hyperion vs. Atlas tech; Fiona and Rhys were arguing, as per usual; Yvette was chatting away in Maya's ear, who didn't seem to be paying attention. Instead she was watching Iggy with dark eyes, a smile mirroring his own on her lips. She caught his eye and her smile widened slightly, tipping her drink towards him. The buzz of alcohol in his head made his smile widen in return as he returned the silent toast. They had done well, he thought, taking another drink of his ale. Better than most, anyway.
It was then that he noticed the group staring at him. "Sorry, what?" the blond asked, drawing a snort from Maya.
"I was asking what the deal with the wings was," Yvette said, leaning towards him. Self consciously, the metal against his back shifted tighter to his spine. "I've always wondered."
Iggy's eyes caught Maya's again before he sighed, tipping his chair back onto two legs. "Alright, do you want the short version, the long version, or the really long version?"
"I suggest the short version, Sugar," came a voice from behind him. Moxxi, with another round of drinks. "Even I've gotta close sometime."
"Aww, Mox," Maya said with a grin. "You wouldn't even keep open for us?"
"No," she answered flatly. "But you've still got some time. Better start your story quick." With a wink, she returned to the bar, leaving everyone looking expectantly at Iggy.
Pursing his lips slightly, he sat his chair back down. "Allright, uh... I guess the best place to start is with The Flock."
"You sure about that?" Maya asked, raising an eyebrow. "That sure as shit ain't a conversation I wanna have."
"Well, good thing I'm telling the story then," Iggy answered with a smirk. "Besides, they're the ones who asked."
Rhys frowned. "We're gonna regret asking this, aren't we?"
"Most definitely." He grinned, downed the rest of his drink, and started his story.
I like this version a whole lot better yes.