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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

[He nods, liking the physical contact, not wanting her to let go of his wrist.]

Some people don't come back with a heartbeat, I guess. I got lucky. I've still got time to...

[He shrugs.]

Well, I can't right a lotta wrongs. But I can try to do better now.

[thenormalsquint]

[For the moment, he gets his wish.]

You still got time to get over yourself. [She chuckles, thumb idly rubbing at his pulse point.] What's done is done, so you'll do better. I've got faith in you.

[trenchknives]

It's nice that you have faith, y'know? You're one of the few people who does.

[thenormalsquint]

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one here, Jimmy. I bet Penny has faith in you.

[trenchknives]

She does. Mr. White does. Doctor Wilson does.

[thenormalsquint]

Four is better than none. Quality over quantity here.

[trenchknives]

Well, 'n you're all quality people. The kinda people I wish I'd been raised around, y'know?

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela laughs at this bit of hilarity because she is the worst person to be a positive influence on a kid.]

No, you don't want to be raised around me. I probably would have gotten you in a lot more trouble than you did yourself.

[trenchknives]

Ange, there's absolutely no way that's true. I was a little terror. A little terror with a real shitty haircut, too.

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I was three times worse than that. [Finally, she lets go of him, sitting back so she can slide down halfway in her chair, looking like she doesn't have a care in the world.] Minus the shitty hair, though.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, I can't imagine you with shitty hair. You've probably always been fuckin' gorgeous.

[That's not even said in a flirtatious way, just as a statement of fact. He's sad for her to let go of him, though -- he's always liked human contact.]

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, I totally have been. It's the burden I bear.

[She nods without a bit of shame in her grin and pours him more whiskey before splashing a bit into her glass.]

[trenchknives]

Hey, I'm not complainin'. Besides, I like to think I look pretty good these days myself.

[He's not ashamed of bragging, either.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She points to him, finger moving up and down, from around her glass.]

In and out of a tux.

[Somebody stop them while they're still relatively sober and ahead.]

[trenchknives]

'n here I was thinkin' you'd be disappointed that I wasn't wearin' a tux today.

[Even without a tux, he's still dressed a lot more formally than many guys in the City do. That's something.]

[thenormalsquint]

No, I'm just disappointed you're wearing anything today.

[That's completely said right into her drink because it's not something she needs to be saying at a time like this or something he needs to hear.]

[trenchknives]

Well, y'know, I don't have to be wearin' anythin' today. It's not like I'm at work. A guy can sit around in his apartment wearin' nothin' at all, right?

[He really has no qualms about taking his clothes off around people, bad scars on his leg aside.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Well, shit. He heard. Oh well. Time to own her words.]

Yeah, no one's stopping him. No law against not wearing pants in his own house or anything.

[This has to be the alcohol talking... or just Angela. No, it's just Angela.]

[trenchknives]

[Oh, don't encourage him, Angela, because he's just boldly unfastening his suspenders and undoing his belt now.]

Y'know, I gotta warn you, the scars ain't too pretty, but you get used to 'em pretty quick.

[And it's not like he's going to take his underwear off. Unless she asks him to. But he definitely is unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and shamelessly standing up from the table to take another swig of his drink and to tug them off.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Oh, she's encouraging, non-verbally at least, with a raised eyebrow that says she's clearly entertained. Even if this started out as a completely different situation tonight, she's certainly not going to turn down eye candy.]

Scars give character. I have a few of my own.

[She pushes her shirt sleeve up along her right arm, showing a few pink dots in a semicircular pattern on her flesh.]

Zombie sheep.

[trenchknives]

Zombie sheep? Jesus fuck, this place is messed up.

[He turns to the side, slightly, showing her the extensive scarring on his right thigh.]

Not zombie sheep. Dunno if it'd be better or worse, but zombie sheep sounds like a better story.

[thenormalsquint]

No, it wasn't a better story. Let's just say I let my religious faith and being the first born scare me into sacrificing a lamb and they came back in revenge for their fallen brethren.

[That was a nightmare of a time, just as bad as it is now, only different holidays. The aftermath was terrible because Angela has to learn how to ask for help for the simplest things like washing and dressing. Good thing Brennan was here then; Angela would have been lost without her.]

[trenchknives]

[He sits back down in his chair, to take another bite of food and another sip of his drink, but he's raising his eyebrows at her over the glass, wondering how she feels about the view and and whether he should take another item of clothing off.]

Sounds awful. Glad we don't have any of those around here anymore. Just other stuff, y'know.

[thenormalsquint]

[The food's long forgotten in the midst of no pants right in front of her. It's a nice show, but it could be better. C+ for effort.]

I wouldn't put it past them to show up again. If I've learned anything here is that you need to expect the unexpected and you are never truly safe.

[trenchknives]

So that means we might as well have fun, as long as nothing's safe, right?

[And maybe, just maybe, he's loosening his tie and undoing his top buttons a little. Is he really planning on sitting here practically naked? Only time will tell.]