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Dreaming

Feb 28, 2009 16:22

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heavy_armsfire February 28 2009, 22:13:34 UTC

There's a figure standing in her doorway, silhouetted against the light from the hall.

Vera Black leans against the doorframe.

"Bad dreams?" she asks casually.

amelia_z February 28 2009, 22:36:14 UTC

Amelia sucks in air, chest heaving, quickly taking in her surroundings. She should've gone home to sleep.

She brushes damp strands of hair from her face and casts eyes to Vera in the doorway. "It happens. Sorry if I woke you." She really couldn't give a fig, but it would be rude to say otherwise.

heavy_armsfire February 28 2009, 22:39:45 UTC

"I was up," Vera shrugs, slipping off her trademark shades. She looks Amelia over with her steel gray eyes. "You look like you could use a drink."

amelia_z February 28 2009, 22:49:04 UTC

Her facial expression is incredulous for a moment, but she relaxes. No use arguing, even if the adrenaline is still making her heartbeat thud in the back of her skull. Amelia has no reason to be aggressive here.

"A drink sounds fabulous. Thank you." She shakes the clouds from her head and moves to dress in the darkness. Rum... rum would be nice.

heavy_armsfire February 28 2009, 22:53:58 UTC

Vera steps outside the room to let Amelia dress. When she steps out, she's got her glasses back on. "C'mon. I've got a good wetbar in my room."

Not like she's going to put her booze out there where anyone can get to it. Not with this crowd.

amelia_z February 28 2009, 23:59:06 UTC

Likely a wise decision on Vera's part.

Through the walk to the room, Amelia wonders what scan Vera was possibly making over her. She didn't miss the little on-off trick with the glasses. It's not a big deal, anyway. She told Waller she'd serve, and she will, without making trouble.

heavy_armsfire March 1 2009, 00:13:43 UTC

Of course, the truth be told, Vera wasn't scanning her at all. She was honestly just looking at her directly.

"So... what do you like to do in your spare time?" Vera asks conversationally. "I mean, besides joining government super teams and having nightmares."

She opens her wetbar and pulls out a couple of glasses.

amelia_z March 1 2009, 00:23:51 UTC

Amelia finds a convenient place to sit herself, out of the way. This was probably a bad idea. She didn't feel like conversation, she felt like being back in Cape May. It was home, where her children were, where she could have her hands in their guts, safe. Where the work was.

Oh fer Christ's sake, don't be Caleb. She straightens up a little. "I do whatever fate bids me to that day. But-- between that-- computers, systems, operations. I like the strict rules of electronics; works, or doesn't."

heavy_armsfire March 1 2009, 00:28:19 UTC

She nods. "The ones and zeros of computers. I can get behind that. Vodka, rum, or scotch?" She pours herself a glass of scotch.

amelia_z March 1 2009, 00:51:53 UTC

"Rum, please. Thank you."

She gives a casual look around the room. You can always tell a certain amount about people by their living space. "So what about you? What do you do besides joining government super teams and dropping in on strangers having nightmares?"

heavy_armsfire March 1 2009, 01:30:19 UTC

Her room is pretty sparse, but there is a photo by the side of her bed of a dark haired man, mid-laugh, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

She pours the rum and hands it over. "Not much," she admits. "This'll just be doing what I used to do, but legally."

amelia_z March 1 2009, 02:09:23 UTC

Amelia accepts the glass and half the contents disappear in one swig. Her eyes glanced over at the photo once, but then left it alone. She nods, and almost smiles. "They say honest work has its benefits. I wouldn't know; my main motivation was boredom."

heavy_armsfire March 1 2009, 02:41:39 UTC

She chuckles. "Idle hands, huh?" She smiles. "Personally, I think honest work is sure to bite you in the ass... but I haven't gotten the lesson yet. A bit too stubborn, I think."

amelia_z March 1 2009, 20:32:42 UTC

Amelia shrugs. "Dishonest work didn't turn out so well for me. Not that the US government is exactly what I'd define as 'honest.'"

She empties her glass of the rest of the rum, and crosses one leg over the other. The nightmare is fading from her mind already, only small clips and images left stringing together a vague picture. The lingering feeling of fear is still there, even if Amelia's not sure anymore specifically what it was in the dream that terrified her so.

Small talk instead. She gestures across the room at the picture. "Friend, relative?"

heavy_armsfire March 1 2009, 20:37:55 UTC

So much for small talk.

She knocks back her drink, and the smile vanishes from her face. "My brother, the arshole."

amelia_z March 1 2009, 20:56:45 UTC

Bravo, Amelia, try another!

She approaches the wetbar, setting down her empty glass. Throwing back a few more might be a good idea. "I'm sorry. I've got one that's a jerk."

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