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Android's Dungeon, Thursday, Dec. 4

The thing about working for the CIA was that you stopped trusting certain things, like candy that randomly filled your shoes overnight. Which was why Sarah was in her office in the back of the store, using a handheld spectrometer to analyze every piece that had appeared. She didn't think anyone could have gotten past her security systems as she slept, but it never hurt to be too sure.

"Sugar, corn syrup, partially hydrogenated soybean oil .... condensed milk, cocoa, whey, soy lecithin, orange extract, and artificial and condensed flavors," she read from the spectrometer screen. "Yep, it's a Tootsie Roll."

She popped the candy into her mouth and went to the counter, idly thumbing through a graphic novel as she waited for clients.

[OOC; Open, no OCD.]

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The town was small so he could make multiple stops. Why not stop in on another of his tenants?

So, there he was pushing open the door and walking in nonchalantly.

"Got the newest one about the guy with the cape?"

He had no fucking clue what he was talking about.

"We have one where he's in the future, one where he's evil, and one where he's been secretly replaced by a clone," Sarah said flippantly, after just a second of frozen hesitation. "Which one do you want?"

"How much are they?" he asked, perusing the aisles once again. Ah, deja vu. "Arm and a fucking leg?"

"Prices are on the cover," Sarah said, watching him out of the corner of one eye. "The current ones aren't collectibles, so they're a little cheaper. Maybe a toenail. It's in that display, to the left."

"Thinking about taking up a hobby," he said, wandering over to the display. "Figured, why not this? I've been told I should knit but I can just buy my own fucking blankets."

Sarah decided to stay away from the topics of knives, guns, and other ways to hurt other people, given their history. Unfortunately, that put most of her hobbies off limits.

"Daisy's taking me bowling," she volunteered instead. "That's a hobby thing, right?"

"Bowling?" he asked, smiling. "I haven't been bowling in a long damn time. The shoes always stank like godawful shit. But, sure, that's a hobby if you keep it up. If it's a one time thing, it's just a night out."

"I haven't been in a while either, but it's something to do on the island, anyhow," Sarah decided. "Maybe it'll turn into a regular thing. She mentioned something about you and karaoke..."

Which made for an amusing mental image.

He laughed geniunely and shook his head. "And I wasn't even out of my fucking mind when I did that. What can I say, I've got a natural fucking gift."

No, he did not.

"Surprised she'd say anything since I sucked so badly."

Sarah chuckled. "She actually said everybody was good but her," she reported. "Maybe you underestimate yourself."

"Everyone else?" He frowned and looked back over at her. "Oh, that was the other night. I didn't sing that night, just watched and gave her a cheerleader. Night I went, there wasn't anyone in the fucking bar, basically."

"Oh, okay, I didn't realize she'd gone more than once," Sarah explained. "It seems like the bar's pretty quiet most nights, but I haven't been that often."

"I've only been a few times," he agreed with a small nod. "Two of those times were for freaking karaoke. I don't even know why. I'm weak."

He wasn't.

"You got an interest in it? Karaoke, I mean."

"I'll do about anything," Sarah claimed, squaring her shoulders. "I can't say anybody's ever offered me a recording contract, but there are worse ways to spend a night."

Edited 2008-12-04 18:31 (UTC)

"If the company's good," he said with a small shrug. "Going to a karaoke bar is just fucking sad, if you ask me. Pick some twit in the audience and sing love songs to him."

Sarah was amused. "Is that your seduction technique, Loki?"

"Yes, I am that fucking pathetic," he said and rolled his eyes. "If I was seducing someone, they wouldn't be able to fucking resist."

Because he was oh so charming, you know.

Sarah rolled her eyes right back at him. Loki would do worse than Casey, as far as she could tell. "Mmm, of course, I can tell."

Whether she meant he was pathetic or irresistible was open to interpretation.

"I'm glad my charm oozes through my rough exterior," he said and grinned. "What's your seduction technique?"

Sarah hesitated a second, then took a chance. It wasn't like she was telling him anything he didn't know.

"Would you believe I took an entire class in it?" she asked, a slight smile playing around her mouth. "And I did well."

[OOC; I so need to rewatch Chuck vs. the Seduction.]

"They have classes for that?" Loki asked, turning his full attention to her now. "Like, sitting in a fucking desk with a chalkboard?"

"More improv," Sarah said, with a slight nod. "Practicing on each other, going out to bars and seeing how many numbers we could get ... going home alone. It was kind of fun."

Not so much the going home alone bits, actually, but the alternative was worse.

"Huh." Freaking humans had classes for anything. "Put that into practice here?"

Sarah shook her head. "No one here's been worth it, and I kind of broke up with somebody when I moved here." Which was more true emotionally than Sarah wanted it to be.

"I did have two decent dates though. How about you?"

"Oh, Sarah, I am shocked," he said, one hand going to his chest. "Not worth it? I'm charging you more fucking rent."

He just shrugged in answer to the second question. "I've been to karaoke with a police officer. I think she just tolerates me."

"Why, Mr. Loki," Sarah fake-simpered, and threw in a toss of her hair and a flutter of her lashes for the heck of it, "I didn't know you felt that way." She straightened and went back to her normal tone.

"I think Daisy sees the good in everyone." As Sarah was concerned, that was a miracle in any cop.

"I came around a second time," he said and laughed. "That's like fucking true love. I could be worth it."

He knew he probably wasn't but that didn't stop the ego and the talking. "You think there's good in me?"

"And neither of us has moved," Sarah pointed out sweetly, then frowned a little at the unexpected question. "I think very few people are entirely bad."

"That wasn't an answer to the question," he said and laughed. "Or maybe it was."

"It was, but maybe not the way you're thinking," Sarah said, more directly. "Yes. I see good in you."

Or at least, he didn't set her teeth on edge the way the truly evil did.

"Interesting," he said, actually surprised. "Or are you just saying that because of last time?"

"We were doing a really good job not taking about last time," Sarah remarked, intentionally not answering.

She still thought he was or had been a hit man; she just didn't think that was enough to make someone entirely evil.

"I'm fine with avoidance," he said and came over to lean against the counter in front of her. "Just a question though. You think I'm dangerous, you'd say something like that. Or am I generalizing?"

Sarah stayed exactly where she was, fighting the slight instinctual urge to step back. "Yes. I think you could be very dangerous."

"Do you think I could be?"

"I know who you are," he said coolly, keeping his eyes on her. "So yes, I know you are. Interesting that you're here. We should talk sometime."

"I'm not going anywhere," she told him, just as coolly. She was still trying to figure out how he'd gotten it. Fulcrum, a slip-up, looking around her apartment, a bug in the police station ... there were a thousand ways, and she knew that.

But if he wanted her dead, it would have happened by now. She knew that, too.

"About your observation about me," he said and smiled. "You're not wrong. But, I'm sure you were being nice in making that an assumption and not a straight factual statement."

"I'm sorry," Sarah admitted, and it hurt to have to stop to admit she was confused. "Which observation am I not wrong about?"

"The one about me being dangerous," he said. "That was an observation, right? Or was that a statement disguised as an assumption?"

It still took Sarah a second to work out the differences. "I've never seen you hurt anything, so I have to go with statement," she finally said. "A conclusion, maybe."

She leaned forward. "About talking sometime. Do you ever get to the mainland?" Because God knew she was not having this conversation anywhere near the squirrels.

"I've never seen you hurt anything but I still know," he said and tapped the side of his head. "And yeah, I was just there the other day."

"There's a diner in Alexandria. My employers own it but it's safe," Sarah said, almost through gritted teeth. She hated that he had this over her head, and she needed to figure out how to contain the damage. "Let me buy you coffee and we can work this out."

"Deal," he said pleasantly. "When?"

"Oh, I think sooner beats later," she said, just as pleasantly. "What are you doing tomorrow morning?"

"My schedule's free and clear so far," he said. "I've got an opening."

"Then I'll meet you in the parking lot nice and early," she informed him.

She figured it went without saying that in the diner, he'd be surrounded by well-trained people with guns. And if he didn't know that, well, it wasn't her fault.

Edited 2008-12-05 01:12 (UTC)

"Aww, I'll miss all the good shows!" he protested but grinned. "Fine, works for me. I'll be there."

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