Sombra sat there for a second, the sight of the cowboy's pose forcing her to bite her lip as he introduced himself in such a manner. While she couldn't deny that he was quite the dashing rogue, she had seen plenty of mysterious men through her life. Most of them had tried to use her for one reason or another, usually her ability to find things that nobody else could. She didn't mind as long as they paid her in one way or another, though some of them decided that they were too good to do so. Those were the ones who found out just how deeply into their past she could go. She had seen and been the reason for many faction changes in the past. As she went over the multiple faces and names in her head, she would come across as rather focused and inattentive to the cowboy who was waiting for some sort of response.
"Uhh.. darlin'? You still there?" McCree put his hat back atop his head and stepped a little closer, waving an arm in front of Sombra's eyes for a few seconds.
Sombra blinked as she was pulled from her thoughts, realizing just how close McCree was to her now and taking a step back.
"Woah now, back up MUH-Cree." The way she said his name was a mixture of poking fun at it and spitting it out as she squinted at him before pushing the hair from her face, eyes pulling away from the cowboy to stare at the still knocked out thug.
"You said it yourself, we need to get this guy outta here and go." Her tone was back to a more sober state, slightly cold and getting straight to the point of the next objective. She wasn't about to let anyone catch her off guard again. She couldn't.
"Yeah, 'spose I did, and it still applies." McCree pulled away from the girl to hopefully ease some tension, walking over to the thug and grabbing at his shoulders from underneath. With a rather well placed and perfectly proper hoisting, the thug was soon on McCree's shoulder. The cowboy made his way towards the back of the bar, kicking open the back door before looking over his shoulder as best he could.
"Unless you plan on taking the last of that shitty booze, I suspect we should get a move on."
Sombra simply gave a nod, though as the cowboy stepped outside she grabbed the bottle that the bartender had so hastily pulled away from her before the little encounter that had just taken place. She grinned to herself, shoving a cork in the top and opening the right part of her jacket to stuff it into a pocket. Her machine pistol was soon stashed in the left side, the girl smirking a bit as she made her way to the back door and stepped into the night.
Even with the sun down, the place was dry and hot. There was a slight draft flowing through the back alley as McCree dumped the thug into a dumpster and closed the lid on him, brushing his hands together a few times as if cleaning his hands of the situation. The cowboy glanced down each side of the alley before looking back to Sombra.
"So then, miss...?" The hanging question was an obvious one, though Sombra merely smiled in response.
"Miss?" She raised an eyebrow, as if calling into question the fact that she was a woman.
"Well, I assumed you're a lass. Though in that particular statement I was askin' for your name darlin'. Or at least, what you go by." His face took on the shape of one that was slightly annoyed that he had to explain such a simple thing, though this look had brought quite a bit of joy to Sombra.
"Hmmm, perhaps I don't tell you my name vaquero. Would that get you to leave me be?"
"Well no, but it sure isn't fair for me to have given you a name without getting one back now is it?" The cowboy stood straight up now, arms cross along his chest as if taking a high ground against her and trying to teach her a lesson.
"You saying that muh-cree isn't your real name vaquero? Sure doesn't sound like a real name. Trust me, I know a thing or two about fake names." Sombra crossed her arms as well, the two of them both realizing that they were wasting time but neither wanting to give in to the other at this point.
"Jesse McCree. My real name, no need to hide it. Know who I am, what I've done. I've found that there are people out there who will try and take everything from you and at the end of the day they can. But the one thing you can't let them take, the one thing you gotta fight and die for is your name. Without your name, you're nothin'." McCree seemed to be taking this rather seriously as he spoke. Sombra felt her jaw tense a bit, a hard swallow following the mentioning of losing your name.
"Sombra."
The simple word caught McCree off guard for a second, his Spanish not all too great. At least he assumed it was something Spanish.
"Shadow?"
"Something like that..." Sombra looked away from the cowboy to end the conversation on her terms, taking a deep breath before slowly making her way through the alley.
"That's all you're getting out of this heart to heart vaquero, let's go." The girl whistled and waved her hand as if she was calling him like a dog to her side. McCree simply shook his head before following, admittedly a few steps behind to keep an eye on her in case she tried to pull anything. At least that was the reasoning he used to justify staring at the girl's butt as she walked. When he finally managed to stop indulging his more base desires, he would make note of the things running along the shaved part of Sombra's head. They looked rather fancy, the shimmering purple reflecting the moon when they passed through certain areas.
McCree had quite a few questions for the girl, mainly relating to why anyone would want her dead. He knew that she wouldn't be up for being interrogated, so he instead planned on helping her relax in whatever ways he could. He was more than sure that she had taken the bottle from the bar, a slight clinking confirming his suspicion as Sombra walked a bit hurriedly now. McCree picked up his pace to keep up, looking around to make sure that she hadn't seen something out of the ordinary.
"What's the rush darlin'? Hear something?"
Sombra shook her head before stopping at a corner, the street sprawling across their path now. The faded sound of running cars began to creep in before passing in front of them, Sombra holding up her hand to make sure McCree didn't step too far.
"My place isn't too far from here but before we go any further, I'm going to lay down some rules."
Sombra quickly spun on her heel to face McCree, the man making sure his eyes were in place to catch her gaze. The lack of trust between them was leaning more on Sombra's side at this point and both of them knew it.
"First off, absolutely no touching of anything when we get there, got it? I have a lot of very expensive and important things that don't need your..." Sombra looked over McCree's hands, trying to find the words to describe them without sounding too bitchy.
"Don't worry, I'm not much into technology anyhow. Last thing I need is to lose this again." He chuckled as he wriggled his mechanical arm's fingers, a smirk coming to his face to lighten the mood. Sombra merely nodded and continued.
"Secondly, you are to do as I say, got it? You might be some quick handed vaquero gunslinger but I know this place better than you. We stick to the shadows and don't let anyone see us. It's bad enough that I have to show YOU where we're going. I don't need the whole damn street coming along for a fiesta."
McCree nodded, more than happy to keep the secret of this place between the two of them. Hopefully this wasn't some sort of trap. She seemed awful keen on keeping herself unknown. Did she have a mind wiping device? Nah, those things couldn't be real, could they? McCree had lost himself in thought before realizing that Sombra had continued with her third point.
"...and these guys aren't all going to just fall over. You got that?"
McCree's eyes opened a bit, a slow nod being followed up by some murmurs of confirmation. Sombra sighed and put her face into one of her hands, muttering words in Spanish that McCree didn't understand, but knew the tone wasn't exactly friendly.
"Just stick close to me and keep it in your pants, eh pistolero?" Sombra didn't really wait for a response, instead spinning once again on her heel and ducking down a rather tight alley towards nowhere in particular. McCree sighed and shook his head, having had a rather fun retort that was now going to eat away at him from not being used. He then followed the swift moving girl, having to grip at his hat a few times to avoid having it knocked from his head from some low hanging wires and jutting out bricks.
The light from the street and cars passing through cascaded over their bodies every few seconds, McCree noting how easily he lost Sombra during the dark sections. It didn't help that she was moving without care for his ability to keep up, her body twisting and turning in such a way that made the cowboy feel the burn. He had chased after a few women in his life, his old lifestyle forcing him to play things fast and loose with his love life. He was trying to not look at this chase in such a way, but letting the thought slip in seemed to make it more worth while to catch up.
Sombra had stopped rather quickly in the middle of a very long and dark section of alleyway, thinking she had seen something out of the corner of her eye. Her concentration was broken as McCree came running in and smacked right into her from behind. His arms quickly wrapped around her, hands inadvertently grabbing at her chest as he leaned over to keep himself from falling and bringing Sombra with him. They sat there for a few seconds, bent over with the cowboy's hands grabbing at something that wasn't his. Before McCree could even attempt to pull himself away, he would feel a sharp heel in his foot. The cowboy bit his tongue to keep from yelling out, his body pulling away quicker than lightning to grab at that now throbbing foot. Sombra stood up, brushing off her coat as she growled.
"Told you to keep it in your pants vaquero, next time it won't be just your foot..." Sombra somewhat knew that there was no way he could have stopped in time, but the little outburst against him made her feel a little better. What was he going to do about it anyway?
McCree let out a few deep breaths, trying to hold back some cussing as he wiggled his foot.
"Now hold on there... you can't stop in the middle of a dark alley and expect me to do the same. I was barely keeping up with you on the run and then you stop? I almost think you were planning something like that!"
Sombra whipped her head around, a rather disgusted look on her face in order to keep him realizing how close he was to being correct before turning her body around and pointing at the man rather accusingly.
"Why in the world would ANYONE want something like that from you, vaquero? Huh? Been over this before, not gonna repeat myself." Sombra waved McCree off as she turned back around and huffed, trying to cool down. The image of what had just happened lingered in a way that annoyed her.
McCree sighed and finally put his foot back down on the ground, the throbbing starting to fade as his eyes dared to look over Sombra once more.
"Now what?" He was short and cold with his words now, just wanting to get to where they needed to be.
Sombra didn't respond, merely pointing to the end of an alley, where a rather shoddy looking wooden door sat. It certainly didn't look like the entrance to a super secret hideout, but McCree figured that was the point. He turned to make his way towards the door, ready to take off his boots and try to relax, before one of Sombra's hands reached out and stopped him from continuing. He squinted as he looked at her, a bit of anger in behind his face. Sombra covered her lips with a finger before pointing at the door and taking something from her pocket.
The small, empty ball looked like some sort of ordinary glass bauble as Sombra threw it along the path. She gave it enough power to make it to the doorway, where it sat for a few seconds.
"So uh..." McCree started to talk before a sudden strike of electricity shot down at the ball, zapping it loudly enough to cause the cowboy to jump a bit.
"Jesus.. the hell was that?"
"Security."
"What, you make a lightning machine or something?"
Sombra shook her head as she took the lead now, picking up the small ball from it's spot and tossing it into the air for a second before catching it and putting it back in her pocket. In the few seconds it was in the air, McCree saw the ball was now full of what looked like electricity, sparking every which way. He didn't understand it, but he was sure glad he hadn't walked too far ahead after seeing the display.
Sombra pulled open the door, a second hiding behind it and looking much more secure than the wooden one that came before it. Her left hand came up and she began to type at the air, small screens popping up as she did so to show her progress with her current task. She hummed to herself as she worked, a few blinking lights going off before the door finally hissed and creaked open. It was obvious that this place wasn't used very often and McCree felt sorry for the poor bastard that came across it without knowing about it.
Following Sombra into her lair, McCree made sure not to get too awful close, lest he trip once more. The place was much darker than the alleyway, making the chances of this improve rather drastically. He kept his hands on the walls on each side, his ears keeping him close to the soft steps of the girl in front of him. They finally hit flat ground, the walls leaving McCree to fend for himself in the darkness.
"So I don't know about you, but I'm not a bat so some lights might be necessary if you wanna avoid.." McCree hadn't finished as the lights came on, his eyes adjusting quickly and finding Sombra standing a few inches in front of him, looking up at him.
"Since you forgot what I said before, I'll repeat myself. NO TOUCHING." Sombra eyed the man for a few seconds before turning around and heading to what McCree assumed was the kitchen of the place. He followed her, soaking in the place and it's rather bare bones look. Seemed might homey for a place she apparently never used. He eyed a fridge, raising an eyebrow as his stomach growled.
"Is it safe to assume that you don't have any food that would still be good in there?"
Sombra had removed her gun and the bottle of alcohol from her jacket before removing the jacket itself and hanging it on a hook, showing off the smooth skin that had been hidden underneath. She eyed the fridge and shrugged, pulling it open and browsing it's contents.
"Uhh.. a couple cans of that pasta stuff that you can microwave. Canned stuff doesn't go bad, right?" She tossed the man a can before grabbing the bottle and flopping onto a long couch behind him, uncorking it and taking a whiff of the stuff. McCree caught the can and shook his head before cracking it open. The stuff looked decent enough, compared to the nothing that awaited him otherwise. He looked around enough before finally finding a spoon, finding his way to the couch across from Sombra and taking a seat.
"So then..." McCree spooned a bite of the pasta and quickly swallowed. "..what's the plan now? We just gonna sit here and hope that things go away?"
Sombra hadn't bothered with finding a glass, instead just pulling the bottle into the air and taking a long chug. As she heard his question, she finished her drink and wiped her mouth before answering.
"Well, first I planned on drinking this entire bottle since I was so rudely interrupted by our guests earlier. After I pass out from that, who knows?" She grinned to herself as she took another large swig, letting out a rather pained breath from the sting of the stuff sliding down her throat once more. She was ready to forget everything again, or at least do her best to try. The alcohol was a good first step, her mind already starting to fog over a bit as she drank. Her eyes lazily glanced along the bottle, thoughts wandering as she did her best to drown them.
She didn't want to fight, she wasn't in the mood to run around and hide. She just wanted to be left alone for a little. She sighed, noticing that McCree had moved to the end of her couch and was eyeing the bottle. Or was he eyeing her?
"Vaquero... I told y-"
"Just gimme the bottle, you're not the only one who needs to blow off a little steam here."
Sombra kept her mouth shut as she leaned up enough to hand off the bottle, watching the cowboy drain the bottle with the same ease that she had just seconds before.
"Hope you don't mind gettin' cooties from me, McCree." She joked, stifling a giggle at what she considered a joke. McCree on the other hand noticed that she had used his name instead of her little nickname for him.
"Don't worry miss shadow, it wouldn't be the first or worst thing I've done to get 'em." He remarked with a nonchalant tone, just letting the words sink into the air and hang there as Sombra did her best to not bite her lip. She found it a bit hard to swallow as her eyes trailed from his lips downward, getting right below his stomach before realizing her feet were resting on his legs. She quickly pulled them back, bringing her knees to her chest and grabbing the bottle from the cowboy.
"You gotta lot of tales then señor pistolero? About how you're the 'fastest gun in the west' and all that?" While her tone made it seem like Sombra was teasing McCree about this, part of her was genuinely curious about the man, though she was too far gone to do proper research on him at this time. So questioning the liquored up cowboy would have to do.
"Heh, I wouldn't say the fastest." He grinned before glancing over at Sombra, a slight twinkle in his eye.
"My gun takes it's time. Makes sure to hit the mark in every way possible."
Sombra quickly pulled the bottle to her lips to hide the fact that she had merely bitten through her bottom one with this last statement. Try as she might, the cowboy had his charms and the amount of alcohol they had gone through certainly hadn't helped. It was about that time that the bottle ran dry, Sombra sucking at air for a few seconds before throwing the bottle to the side and sighing, her gaze not meeting McCree's just yet in attempts to push the growing feelings back down.
"Tell me something McCree..." she softly started, slightly glazed over eyes finally pulling up to meet the man's.
"Why were you in that bar? Why were you there at just the right moment?"
McCree sat up, the now empty can being put to the side of the couch as he smiled.
"Well darlin', we all have things we wanna forget. Sometimes, you gotta do something that feels good to get rid'a all those bad feelings. Now, I don't know if it was fate put us together in that place but whatever it was, it sure helped me knowing that I did a little bit a good before drinking myself to sleep." He chuckled a bit, being thrown off guard as his lap was suddenly taken over by Sombra's body.
"Oooh, the goody two shoes with a dark past huh? Color me... intrigued." Sombra smirked before she pushed herself against the cowboy, her lips meeting his rather fiercely.
When she finally pulled away, McCree found himself speechless for a few seconds. The warmth of the girl pushing along his lower body culminated in a sly and drunken grin coming to his face.
"Careful now, that gun's loaded."
Sombra bit her lip to stifle a drunken giggle, rolling her eyes a bit at the rather terrible line.
"Don't worry vaquero.." Sombra leaned in and whispered into McCree's ear, her smooth voice rolling off rather lustily as she slowly ran her palms along the front of his body.
"I'm good with my hands."