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Outside the Kwik Stop, Thursday Afternoon

Silent Bob was alone. Jay had headed back to Jersey for the week; Marty's interrogation scaring the bejeesus out of the guy. Of course, Bob's threatening his ~~pathetic, no good, low down~~ life might have had something to do with it. Or maybe not.

It didn't really matter. Bob leaned against the wall of the Kwik Stop, smoking a cigarette, and hoping no one who wanted to kick his ass showed up.

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Paige was walking through town after her interview at the museum, she smiled at the guy who looked, well as bored as she felt.

Bob nods to the pretty brunette. He's seen her around, and is glad the loudmouth isn't around to annoy her.

Paige walks over, "Hey, where's the jackass?"

Bob waves his hand in a northenly direction. He rolls his eyes, indicating that he's glad Jay's not around.

Paige laughs, "Yeah he can be a little...giddy sometimes" she suggests trying not to offend Bob too much despite the fact she'd just called Jay a jackass

"so you don't talk huh?" this is gonna be interesting

Bob rolls his eye, motioning to the empty spot next to him, then smacking himself in the head. Clearly, he agrees with Paige's first assessment.

To Paige's question he shook his head, then took a drag of his cigarette. He pulls out the pack and offers one to her.

Paige smiles but shakes her head, "I don't smoke thanks. So erm mind if I steal Jay's spot for a while?" she asks trying to work out how they're gonna communicate where's a telepath when you need one huh?

Bob shrugs and shoves the pack somewhere deep into his overcoat. He nods and smiles, and steps to the side, making sure Paige has enough room.

He leans back, closing his eyes and lets the smoke dribble out of the side of his mouth.

Paige smiles and leans against the wall next to him reaching in her bag for a lolly

"thanks, so can you like write stuff down? Only I don't even know you're name, I guess that's why the jackass is normally around huh?"

Bob nods to her question. He rolls his eyes at the mention of Jay; he's really annoyed with the fucker right now.

After a moment, he decides he might as well introduce himself at least. "Bob." He says just the one word, and doesn't sound inclined to say much more.

She smiles and holds out her hand making a note not to mention he jackass again.

"I'm Paige," she looks a little worried and waits to see if he's heard any of the rumors about her, if he walks away she'll know

Bob turns and smiles at her. He frowns a little at the look on her face, but shrugs and leans back against the wall. He doesn't really ever hear gossip.

Paige smiles and reaches inside her bag for a note book and pen quickly riping off something that may well by the pros and cons of having an open relationship

She hands them to him

"Just in case you have anything to say"

Bob takes the pad and pen with a smile. After a moment, he says, "Generally, if something needs said, I'll say it. But most of the time, people talk too much." He closes his eyes and takes the last drag of his cigarette. He drops it on the ground and crushes it with his toe.

Paige looks at him. a little amazed he just spoke, "but if no one ever spoke, well it'd be kinda dull and..." she trails off

"words are very unnecessary, very can only do harm," she laughs a little "I guess Martin Gore knew what he was talking about then, I mean I know I'd not be like this if Geoff wasn't so good with words."

She sighs they can do harm she repeats to herself

Bob shrugs. His life is certainly not dull, for all that he rarely speaks. "Harm. Let me guess, you've talked to Jay?" he says with a smirk.

Paige looks at him and laughs "well yeah, but I was thinking of something a little more permanant than that really, Jay's just annoying, the person I was thinking of used beautiful words which me fall in love with him only well the outcome wasn't so good."

She bites down on the lolly hard

Bob sighs and reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes. He very slowly pulls one out and lights it, letting the silence draw out for two full minutes. He lets the smoke out in a sigh. "Love sucks."

Paige looks at him and nods damn this whole not speaking thing is catching, oh well at least I kinda have Saywer, no love there

Bob shrugs. He takes another drag off his cigarette, then leaves it in his mouth. Both of his hands now free, he pats himself down, as if looking for something. He finally pulls out a steel flask. His cig still in his mouth, he unscrews the cap. He pulls out his cigarette, then takes a long drink out of the flask. He offers it to Paige.

Paige smiles and takes the flask, as long as it's got alcohol in she's don't too fussed about what it is

"Thanks Bob," she says taking a long sip

Bob smiles. He feels the pretty girl's pain. It's been years, but he still misses Amy sometimes... He shakes his head, and holds his hand out for the flask.

Paige blushes a little, "sorry," she hands it back, "I have wine if you fancy a change" she says looking in her bag for the flask

Bob takes a long drink. He shrugs, trying to convey that he wasn't trying to be rude, just...needed a drink. He smiles at the offer of wine. This girl was alright.

Paige pulls out the flask, it's fairly small, but as it's enchanted it doesn't matter much and is perfect for carrying around

She offers it over, "it's pretty good."

Bob holds both his cigarette and flask in his left hand, taking Paige's flask in his right. He takes a long swig. He smiles pleasantly as he hands it back. He nods in response to her comment.

[[And mun has to run do errands/eat. Be back in an hour or so.]]

Paige grins at him "you know you're pretty cool to hang with."

((mun on UK time so will be in bed soonish sorry))

Bob smiles and nods. He liked this girl.

George walks towards Silent Bob, looking pre-occupied and rushed. She shoots him a wicked glare before rushing off to wherever it is she's going.

Bob waves apologetically. If he talked, he's probably yell 'Not my fault! I kicked Jay's ass for you!' But you know, Silent Bob.

((*pats Bob* George will forgive him one of these days. :D))

((Bob likes George and will offer Jay's body as a penence. And not sexually ~~though Jay would totally go for that; George is hot for a dead girl!~~ but for George to beat up on. 'Cause he so deserves it. And George might be placated by knowing that Marty scared the piss out of Jay (http://www.livejournal.com/users/oatmanspatient/10138.html).))

((*dies* I so wish George had been there to taunt poor Jay... WHO DESERVES IT, ZOMG! XD

BTW, sorry about the beta. I had people in from out of town over the weekend, so that was shot. And then I thought I'd have time to get to it at the beginning of the week, but alas, I did not. I liked the story very much, too! Please keep me in mind in the future!))

((Dude, Jay TOTALLY deserves it. And he's going to be at the Halloween party, so George should totally fuck with him. You know, Day of the Dead, grim reaper...

Understandable. And thanks! I definitely will.))

((Eeeee! Thanks for the heads-up! She will definitely take the opportunity to do a little mind fucking. *evil grin*

And yays!))

Ivanova heads towards the Kwik Stop in a last-minute attempt to find some spoo for G'Kar. Or something resembling spoo. Maybe some cottage cheese? She ponders the problem.

Bob nods a greeting to the woman, his cigarette dangling from the fingers of his right hand.

Ivanova waves, and slows, narrowing her eyes as she tries to place him and suddenly realises why. "Isn't there usually someone else with you? Tall guy, loud mouth?"

Bob nods with an annoyed sigh. He motions to the empty space next to him, then gestures vaguely north. He flicks his wrist, indicating "good riddance."

Ivanova grins at the gestures and folded her arms. "Glad he's gone, hey? But doesn't that leave you without a translator?" She tilts her head. "Not that you really need one."

Bob nods and rolls his eyes. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, flicking the ash to the ground. Smiling at her, he shrugs. He gets by.

Why oh why is she actually understanding him?

Pak'Mara. Right.

"So, looking forward to the visitors this weekend?" she asks casually, the quest for spoo momentarily abandoned. "Should be an interesting time here in town."

Bob looks confused. He cocks his head to the side, questioning her.

Ivanova waves her hands rather vaguely. "Oh, maybe you haven't heard. It's Parents Weekend up at the school, so we've got a whole host of parents and guardians - self-appointed, in my case - descending as of tomorrow night. Should be fun, as I'm sure they won't contain themselves to the school grounds."

Bob nods slowly, letting this sink in. Parents, adults, money...maybe he and Jay should set up shop this weekend...but the cops'll be out more...

He shakes himself out that train of thought and looks back at Ivanova. He makes some vague motions toward his head, and for the first time tonight wishes Jay were here. He mimes trick or treating, and then looks questioning again.

"Dressing up for Hallowe'en?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't planning on it. Well, okay, maybe a little. But I haven't be able to find a decent Wonder Woman costume in town anywhere. You?"

[[Is it harder to write Bob or decipher him? *grin*]]

Bob's eyes bug out slightly, but he hides it by looking Ivanova up and down. He shrugs non-commitally. He looks down at himself, and looks thoughtful. ~~Because Bob is totally not turned on by Ivanova in a Wonder Woman costume. Oh no. Nerves of STEEL.~~

[[Seeing as I've never had to decipher him, I'd say write. ^_^ And sorry about the lag...there may have been alcohol involved.]]

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