IC Contact Post.

[doesdumbthings]

If you need to get a hold of Quinn ICily, feel free to do so here. Text, call, email, etc.

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[creepyshitking]

[Ring ring ring, Joey.... Pick up your phone...]

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[doesdumbthings]

[Picks up his phone and hits the answer.] Hey, this is Detective Quinn. What can I do you for?

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[creepyshitking]

It's Dexter. You got a minute?

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[doesdumbthings]

[Huh, he thought he recognized the voice but...] Yeah, sure. What's up?

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[creepyshitking]

[He takes a breath, the things he does for Deb.] Can you meet me at the bar?

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[doesdumbthings]

[He is not quite sure what to make of this, though he can think of several reasons why Dexter would want to talk with him.]Ah, yeah. I'll head there right now.

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[creepyshitking]

.. Cool. Thanks.

[He hangs up, ordering a beer while he waits.]

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[doesdumbthings]

[Joins him at the bar and orders himself a beer as well.]

Not that I don't love coming out for a drink, but I have to ask; what's the occasion? The two of us aren't exactly drinking buddies.

[But he is dating his sister so he suspects it has something to do with that and not work related.]

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[creepyshitking]

[He shrugs, looking uneasy.] It would probably be better - you know, for Deb - if we were.

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[doesdumbthings]

Oh.

[Quinn thanks the bartender when his beer arrives and gives Dexter an uncertain look. He's not sure if that's possible, but for Deb's sake...]

Yeah, it would be. With everything that's happened it would probably be better for everyone if we got along, ourselves included.

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[creepyshitking]

Right. [He says, mostly as a way to get something out before he has to think of something real to follow.] Deb thinks I should tell you something. It's kind of big.

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[doesdumbthings]

[Something tells him he is going to need more alcohol, starts to knock his beer back.] All right, now that I've gotten a little alcohol in me, hit me with it.

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[creepyshitking]

I'm not sure one beer is enough. [He admits, starting to drink a little faster himself.]

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[doesdumbthings]

Haha, shit. This is going to be a doozey, isn't it? [Raises a hand for the bar tender to bring him another drink and he works on finishing off his first beer.]

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[creepyshitking]

[Dexter offers him a smile, though it holds no mirth.] I know you've been worried about .. a certain serial killer, being allowed to roam free.

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[doesdumbthings]

Yeah, that's just a little fucked up.