Appointments Post

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[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

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?

[Voice]

[fuckthemission]

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.

[Voice/Action]

[fleurdesel]

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.]

[Action]

[fuckthemission]

[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,

[|D]

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

[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.

[Action]

[fuckthemission]

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

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

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

I know, it's something of a surprise.

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

Am I allowed inside?

[Action]

[fuckthemission]

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

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

More or less, yes.

[Action]

[fuckthemission]

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

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

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

[Action]

[fuckthemission]

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

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

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.