(Untitled)

[i_machiavellian]

There wasn't much about that man on the bench that would attract anyone's attention. He sat with his elbows on his knees, an unlit cigarette in his left hand, and he was looking down as if the cigarette would light itself if he stared at it long enough. What light the evening sun could afford him made strands of dark hair a dozen shades lighter.

Comments

Fair warning, going out of town tomorrow, so will be slow tagging <3!

[maystillcrow]

Pete smiled slightly and produced a lighter out of his pocket. He didn't, actually, smoke...but such things allowed him the opportunity to strike up conversation with people he might not talk to otherwise.

Like here and now.

"Sure, here y'go." And then a moment later, wry, "cold enough for you out here?"

That's one reason he'll be glad to get back to his office in Club Castle. But for now he's just waiting for someone.

No worries I'm slow too. and I lost this tag once at work @_@

[i_machiavellian]

"Oh. Thanks." He managed a lopsided smirk with the cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips, obscured momentarily by his hand cupping the wavering flame.

"Still a wee bit early to call it cold, isn't it?" Michael didn't feel it just yet.

"Why are you here then?"

Work, bleh. :/

[maystillcrow]

Pete shrugs a little, "you know, after the blizzard we had a bit back out of nowhere recently, I kind of think I'm just feeling the cold more than usual." Because it really had been a freak occurrence and all the power going out across the Deck for a few days certainly hadn't helped things.

"And I'm out here waiting on a very nice lady from the Spades who's going to let me buy her coffee." He offers up a rather 'pleased wit himself' grin for that. "You?"

[i_machiavellian]

"I'm between appointments. Did you say 'a nice lady from the Spades'?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Where'd you find one of those?" He wouldn't easily make tongue-in-cheek comments around other Spades but he could probably get away with it with someone like Pete.

i'm hooooome

[maystillcrow]

Pete grins and nods, "amazingly enough, there are a couple of them...in the Castle, even. It was a surprise to me, too."

Welcome home x)

[i_machiavellian]

There weren't very many nice ladies from the Spades. Most of the ladies were Spades who, from time to time, decided to be nice. It may have been a subtle distinction, but it was not an inconsequential difference.

"A very nice lady from the Spades wouldn't make you wait out here in the cold, now, would she?"

ty!

[maystillcrow]

Oh, Pete might say there were more than Michael realized. But he was also of the opinion that most people were folks who from time to time decided to be nice. He was fairly sure that only McCartneys had nice as their default mode and everyone else had to actively choose to be so.

And he'll shrug, "she doesn't know I'm out here?"

[i_machiavellian]

"Do you want one while you wait?" he asked. He had never seen Pete smoke but he assumed that only smokers carried lighters around.

"Not that I should be encouraging poor life choices." But it was only polite to offer.

[maystillcrow]

Pete shakes his head a little, "nah, it's okay, but thanks."

Mostly, he just keeps it around so he can offer it up when needed and have a bit of conversation. Lighters were handy like that.

[i_machiavellian]

"So am I allowed to know who this mysterious Spade lady is?" He would probably find out sooner or later - he finds out a lot of things, even the things he would rather not know about - but he preferred firsthand information over getting the arse end of a roundabout game of Chinese whispers.

Making shit up, don't think I named her anywhere else

[maystillcrow]

"Charlotte Tyndall, she's a Four, works in housekeeping."

Really nothing too exciting, jobwise, unless one considered all the things maids tended to learn about those they cleaned up after. Also she was really cute and quite...friendly.

No worries x)

[i_machiavellian]

"I see. Well, good luck with Miss Charlotte." You never know, with Spade ladies... even if they seemed nice.

"Be good to her or you'll be hearing from a not-so-nice me," he warned with a smirk that betrayed the seriousness with which he spoke.