[ Well he wouldn't be that useful if he couldn't set himself back to rights relatively quickly when it was necessary. Shore up his walls again, pull himself together and do up those laces. His posture shifts again, slightly, a little straighter than a few moments ago but still friendly to her.
Oh no, compliments. Kindness and compliments, and wow he totally shouldn't have lost the moment like that, like he just did in front of her. But they're swerving around that particular hair-pin, and he'll be fine, and so will she. It'll work. The comment does probably have the intended effect, making his slight amusement before a little deeper, coaxing a lift to one side of his mouth. She is so very good at people. If he were a more paranoid man, if he had the time or the energy, he might worry about that a little bit more. As it is - well she's hardly the only person around here skilled in that sort of thing. ] The food should be here any minute now.
Oh I don't know. Maybe if the Immune did swoon they'd be more agreeable.
[ There's a knock and she doesn't even pretend that the hand not on the knob isn't carrying a gun. It is. She pays and checks and grabs the food easily, wandering back to the table to set out a nice spread of food. Greasy, mundane, not terribly memorable. Mexican food and beer, dinner of champions. ]
I'd never get anything done if I had to constantly encounter or step over swooning people.
[ He's going to get up for the paper plates he promised you. Maybe top off their glasses. ] Did it cost like it was actual beef? If I'd known you were going to pay for it I might have sprung for something better, but we agreed on greasy. [ And he's made it over to the table where she was laying things out. ] Actually they might do a blend. Sixty-forty maybe? Which personally I think is worse somehow, so I'm going to forget I might have remembered that.
I don't know, Alpha, I manage to get all my work done around the swooning.
[ But that's her bit. Not so much his. She's accustomed to it, he never truly has been. ] Just about, yes. Surprisingly much for ground but It smells wonderful.
[ Then again anything smells good if you season it properly. Chairs? who needs them. Juliett settles on the floor by the coffee table and stretches out, leaning against the sofa where Alpha sits. Against his legs, even. ]
[ He's attempting to sit back with a half a paper plate of food while also trying to eat it because apparently he's impatient all of a sudden - he must have forgotten to eat before. Things have been so much busier lately, and they'll only become more so. It would be nice to have a Beta again. ] We've already established that I can't do your job to begin with, so I don't know how much that comparison counts for.
[ It's nice though, to return to this familiarity. They have an odd friendship, but it works. They don't call attention to the little things, only poke at the big ones when out of sorts or if it's necessary. Or by mistake. ]
I think I'd rather just eat it than contemplate its constituent parts at the moment. Can you pass me that one there?
Queso. I multitask just fine. It's comforting to know I could start practicing it further solely with the use of up to sixteen facial muscles though, so thank you.
[ Hopefully it's meat. Mostly meat. This is the life. ]
I think I know what's going to be eaten last. I don't remember ordering shrimp enchiladas. [ Why would he have ordered shrimp enchiladas? Aren't those normally made with chicken? ] Does this redhead of yours have a name?
I think you get them if you order a certain amount of food. [ The chicken? Is good. Really good. ] Mm. If I just tell you her name it's no fun, darling, you need to guess. She's petite, though. Competent. Has a bit of an outsiders perspective on my business. And I think she was a gymnast for a short while.
That's an interesting group of modifiers. You've mentioned the gymnast thing before. [ He continues eating for a little while though, considering his way through. ] Jessica?
Jessica got married last month, darling, and she was a dancer, not a gymnast. Also had a terrible mind for numbers. [ But she was pretty and poured drinks well, and that's all that the casino needs. ]
That was either a quiet wedding or I was much busier last month than I thought I was. [ Another pause while he eats and thinks. He's almost finished with this burrito, and apparently the chicken is good so he'll try that next. ] Does that one with the tulip-looking tattoo still work for you?
Terribly small, and you were terribly busy. [ She snorts a little and has another sip of rum, stealing a chip of queso from him. Greasy and Mundane was a good call. ] Sarah? Yes, she's the pit boss for holographic blackjack. Also not who I'm talking about.
No, I didn't think she was, I just - remembered her. [ He doesn't even know why, to be honest. She just stuck in his mind somehow. Probably because he was puzzling over whether the tattoo really was a tulip or not, and it's strange how things will make you notice certain people over others. He continues considering. ] Is she a bartender?
I have actually met this person before, correct? [ Because he doesn't really think you'd play that sort of game with him, but he's not actually that certain of how much he doesn't think you'd play that sort of game with him. Yes, he does typically overthink his thought process. ]
[ He pauses with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth, because that actually does sound very familiar. It takes a moment for him to connect them, but once done, he's almost positive of his guess. ]
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Oh no, compliments. Kindness and compliments, and wow he totally shouldn't have lost the moment like that, like he just did in front of her. But they're swerving around that particular hair-pin, and he'll be fine, and so will she. It'll work. The comment does probably have the intended effect, making his slight amusement before a little deeper, coaxing a lift to one side of his mouth. She is so very good at people. If he were a more paranoid man, if he had the time or the energy, he might worry about that a little bit more. As it is - well she's hardly the only person around here skilled in that sort of thing. ] The food should be here any minute now.
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[ He'll push her away for that but she laughs all the same, sliding out of not quite his lap and peering out the front for said delivery. ]
Honestly darling if you smiled at least once a day even I might start to swoon.
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It helps. ]
It's probably better for us all if I control myself then.
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[ There's a knock and she doesn't even pretend that the hand not on the knob isn't carrying a gun. It is. She pays and checks and grabs the food easily, wandering back to the table to set out a nice spread of food. Greasy, mundane, not terribly memorable. Mexican food and beer, dinner of champions. ]
Is this actual beef or vat beef?
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[ He's going to get up for the paper plates he promised you. Maybe top off their glasses. ] Did it cost like it was actual beef? If I'd known you were going to pay for it I might have sprung for something better, but we agreed on greasy. [ And he's made it over to the table where she was laying things out. ] Actually they might do a blend. Sixty-forty maybe? Which personally I think is worse somehow, so I'm going to forget I might have remembered that.
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[ But that's her bit. Not so much his. She's accustomed to it, he never truly has been. ] Just about, yes. Surprisingly much for ground but It smells wonderful.
[ Then again anything smells good if you season it properly. Chairs? who needs them. Juliett settles on the floor by the coffee table and stretches out, leaning against the sofa where Alpha sits. Against his legs, even. ]
It might be mostly meat.
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[ It's nice though, to return to this familiarity. They have an odd friendship, but it works. They don't call attention to the little things, only poke at the big ones when out of sorts or if it's necessary. Or by mistake. ]
I think I'd rather just eat it than contemplate its constituent parts at the moment. Can you pass me that one there?
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[ She lifts her glass to tap it against his in an abbreviated toast, sipping rum and stirring fat and beans and meat together with her fork.
At least she thinks it's meat. It might not be. ]
The Queso or the Pico?
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[ Hopefully it's meat. Mostly meat. This is the life. ]
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Baby steps, darling, baby steps...oh. I think there's some actual chicken in this too.
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You mean. Mixed with the beef or -
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[ She may or may not have hit that herself, once upon a time, prior to hiring her. ]
Mmm...no.
oh i thought the reply to this had gone through before my laptop froze earlier oops
But he does move on quickly. ] Does she work for you at the casino or elsewhere?
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Natalia?
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