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[trenchknives]

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

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[thenormalsquint]

Maybe. Or he fell off a roof and broke his neck. Whatever causes him the most pain that he couldn't call to cancel, really.

[And she sips her whiskey all ladylike, like she didn't even wish suffering on a person.]

[trenchknives]

Maybe he ran off with the Angela I know. Guess that means the only option'd be for us to run off together, too.

[He's just going to pour himself some more of that whiskey now.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela stares at him for a moment and then breaks out into good-natured laughing.]

That was an awful segue into a pickup line and you know it.

[trenchknives]

[He grins in response.]

Sure, but you gotta give me points for tryin', right?

[He's never really been the pickup line type. Not the good pickup line type, at least.]

[thenormalsquint]

You get a D at best. You pass, but you really need to up your game.

[She's heard worse, though. At least he didn't try it any earlier in the conversation.]

[trenchknives]

Okay, well, I gotta say, the whiskey's workin' against me on that level. I'll start over, ask you the normal questions. Like, y'know, what d'you do, what d'you enjoy, can I buy you a drink...

[He offers her the bottle again.]

[thenormalsquint]

I'm an artist. [She is not going to tell him about her second job. He doesn't need to know that she handles skulls all day.] I like artist things, I like traveling, music, dogs, pretty things and yes you can buy me a drink.

[trenchknives]

[If he did know about her second job, he wouldn't be alarmed. Then again, he understands not talking about certain aspects of your job.]

Okay, yeah, those're all good things. What kinda drink d'you want?

[Because it would probably be nice to get her something better than the whiskey he's been drinking all night.]

[thenormalsquint]

Another martini would be nice before the whiskey kicks in.

[Angela's not picky about her alcohol, but she also needs to get herself home later. She needs to pace herself.]

While that's going, you can tell me who Jimmy is and what he likes.

[trenchknives]

[He gestures for the bartender to come over, orders her another martini, and then turns his attention back to her.]

I guess you could say I'm an entrepreneur. I used to be in the army. I like dogs 'n traveling too. 'n reading.

[thenormalsquint]

An entrepreneur doing what?

[She's only casually asking to keep the conversation moving as she pulls her hair up off her back and neck, twisting it into a bun. It's not like she can judge on work history; she only recently started keeping a job for longer than a few months]

[trenchknives]

Oh, y'know...

[He shrugs.]

I've been tryin' to get into ownin' my own business, but lately, I've been workin' for a guy as a kinda combination bodyguard, driver, 'n personal assistant. Ain't exactly glamorous.

[thenormalsquint]

[Her martini arrives with extra olives, just like her last one. This bartender deserves a great tip.]

Does it pay the rent?

[trenchknives]

[This bartender always gets a great tip from Jimmy, what with how much time he spends in this particular bar.]

Sure, it pays the rent, 'n feeds me, so I guess I can't complain.

[thenormalsquint]

Then that's all that matters. Don't let anybody tell you any differently.

[She holds her drink up towards him, tipping it slightly.]

Cheers.

[trenchknives]

Cheers.

[He's glad she walked into this bar tonight. Okay, sure, he's not exactly happy that she got stood up on her date, but it sure gave him the chance to meet her.]

Y'know, I gotta say, that dress looks amazin' on you.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela glances down at the dress, almost forgetting she was so done up tonight, and smiles as looks back at him.]

Thank you. I figured if I was already all dressed up, I might as well find someplace to go.

[trenchknives]

If I'd've known I'd run into someone dressed like you, I'd've tried to look nicer.

[He doesn't look bad, exactly, just casual.]

[thenormalsquint]

To impress me or to have a fashion show runoff?

[She's pretty sure it's the first option, but she's just teasing.]

[trenchknives]

Hell, to impress you. I'd lose a fashion show against you, I'm pretty damn sure.

[thenormalsquint]

[Holding up a finger, Angela takes a sip before answering. Impressions are important, but some less so for her.]

You look fine the way you are, Jimmy. Yes, I like men in suits, but if you're comfortable and clean, so be it. I'm impressed by originality and comfort more than peacocking.

[trenchknives]

I'm usually in a suit. But you look a hell of a lot better 'n me any day. It's gotta be that artist thing -- artists always look good.

[At least the artists he's met.]

[thenormalsquint]

That's what you say, but you haven't seen me when I've just woken up.

[trenchknives]

I'd sure like to.

[thenormalsquint]

[One of her eyebrows cocks up, as she sips again.]

Are you trying to say you want to fuck me?

[Well, somebody's awfully blunt.]