Appointments Post

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August 4th, [Voice]

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[After a week of unwanted visitors, doors that don't go where they should, rooms too big, rooms too small, and all other sorts of maddness- Adele wanted something almost obnoxiously normal.

Dinner with Rick would be relaxing enough for her to forget the irritating details of the most recent experiment.]

Rick?

August 4th, [Voice]

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[Huh, who's this? The usual doctor who pokes him on occasion?]

That'd be me. What's up, doc?

[Yes, he might've done that on purpose. Sue him.]

August 4th, [Voice]

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[If it didn't make her laugh, she would.]

I was wondering if you had plans for dinner tonight.

August 4th, [Voice]

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Me? Well.... [He putters his lips, frowning, looking at his imaginary watch.] Yikes, I don't know--I have a pretty hectic schedule around here, y'know. Never a dull moment.

August 4th, [Voice]

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You've no opening in your busy, busy schedule for something as simple as pizza and beer?

[Something from Azzip and a sixpack of a lager she remembered him enjoying before. What, so she could enjoy something that disgustingly American once and awhile. Sometimes. With Rick, at least.]

[Voice]

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[Well when you say it like that...]

Pizza and beer? Not something I thought I'd hear you willingly offer.

[He appreciates you kindness.]

I'm in. What's my mission briefing?

[Voice]

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I can be casual sometimes...Not often, true, but sometimes.

[She huffs a laugh.]

You're in charge of the pizza. I'll get the beer. I'll eat most anything on pizza so long as it isn't deep fried- and what are your preferences for beer?

[Voice]

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Anything and everything. But I'll depend on you for finding something worthwhile.

[He grins.]

Got a location?

[Voice]

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I think I remember that one brand you're most fond of...

[She did, and had a six pack chilling in the fridge as she spoke. After some time it had grown on her as well, even with as new as she was to enjoying beer.]

I'll meet you at your apartment in half an hour?

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You're too good to me. Half an hour it is. We'll play a card game or somethin', since that's a staple of beer and piza n' all.

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I do not know of many card games with two players, but I'm certain you will think of something.

[She huffs a soft laugh and murmurs a temporary farewell before she flips her journal closed. Worn jeans, a pale button down, and a six pack. She almost feels American.

....

Almost.

It's a short walk to Rick's apartment when the time comes, and she's relaxed enough when she knocks.]

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[He opens the door in the usual mood when it comes to Adele: smiling, just a touch of jokester-in-progress. He can't help it if he's got one of those faces, y'know.]

Heeeey. Looks like I hid all the trash just in time,

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[The six pack of long necks hangs from her fingers, beaded with condensation from the heat. It's held up as a peace offering, a key to gain entrance, a gift; along with a small half smirk of her own.]

You're messier than Lupin, I swear.

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[Lupin, Lupin. Doesn't ring a bell.]

Me, messy? No way--just look at this clean place. Not a can in sight.

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I know, it's something of a surprise.

[She huffs a soft laugh and nods past him.]

Am I allowed inside?

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If I said 'no' after making you trek the village, you'd snort and push through me like I'm a swinging door, right?

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More or less, yes.

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Then I think my hands are tied on that one, huh?

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We can save the tying of hands for after dinner, I think.

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Doctor! [MOCK SHOCK AND AWE, MADAM, as he side-steps.] You could get your license revoked, talking to your usual patients that way.

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Am I wearing scrubs right now Rick? [She walks through with a half laugh and a gesture to the worn denim and paint flecked button down.] I'm off duty, so I may talk to you however I like.