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[holly_gonightly]

One nice thing about coffee is that when it's brewing it makes the entire kitchen smell like coffee. It's a nice, safe sort of smell, which is welcome, given the sort of things that are on Holly's mind lately

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[femme_du_chat]

Coffee.

There is a lot of coffee in Selina's life recently. Let's add some more, shall we?

"What did you find out?" No, she didn't knock this time. She's gettign tired of the reporters and has stopped playing the game for the moment. Sneaking in and out is much faster and makes her want to scream much less.

[holly_gonightly]

"Allejandro had been saving up money," Holly tells her, completely unphased by the fact that Selina is in her appartment all of a sudden, "so he could skip town with a girl he was seeing, a hooker whose name starts with a K or a C - that was all his cousin could remember."

[femme_du_chat]

"Huh."

Selina's getting a bad feeling about this one of a sudden. It sounds a little too familiar in some ways to be a good thing.

"You have any idea of where she works?"

[holly_gonightly]

Holly nods. "Near the diner where the cousin works, actually - but she hasn't been seen in a while. I asked around a bit. Her pimp's name is Marc, and even he's been around less frequently than usual lately."

[femme_du_chat]

"Well, then."

Selina, who was about to sit down, stops. "We should go out there and look."

[holly_gonightly]

Holly nods.

"I managed to get an address for the pimp. We should probably check there first."

[femme_du_chat]

Selina chuckles, "Well done. Let's get out there." She looks out the window at the generally setting sun (isn't it always dusk in Gotham?) and rolls her shoulders, "Looks like a good time for it."

[holly_gonightly]

Holly pours some coffee into a travel mug.

"Let's hit the road, then."

It's not too far; they should be able to make it there before it gets completely dark.

[femme_du_chat]

Selina waits for Holly to be ready and is already holding the door open for her.

The trip isn't long. Especially since Selina has some /nice/ wheels at her disposal. She pulls over to the side a few blocks away and locks up the bike (read: unhotwires it) and starts walking. "Let us find this man."

[holly_gonightly]

Holly leads the way to the door.

The house is kind of run-down - the sort of thing you'd expect from a small-time-ish pimp like this guy.

She knocks, then looks at Selina. "If he doesn't answer, can I try kicking down the door?"

It's a serious question disguised as a joke. What with the media on her tail as it is, the last thing Selina needs is someone snapping a picture of her breaking in to some guys house.

[femme_du_chat]

Selina laughs softly, "Kick it down? Did I forget to teach you how to be sneaky about this sort of thing somewhere along the way?"

So far, no answer to the door.

[holly_gonightly]

Holly frowns at the door as if it was trying to offend her by not opening.

"Care to refresh my memory?"

[femme_du_chat]

Selina, as if she'd had them in her hand the whole time, hands Holly a set of lock picks. There is a bit of wry look on her face.

This door is a good place to practice. Not too hard but not too easy, either.

[holly_gonightly]

Self-depreciating humor aside, she's pretty good at this sort of thing. Holly picks the lock with ease, and the door swings open.

She leads the way in before Selina gets a chance to, stubborn as usual. She scans the living room, frowning. Overstuffed couch, large TV, faded wallpaper.

"Now if I were a peice of incriminating evidence," she muses, "Where would I be?"

[femme_du_chat]

"Not in this room." Selina looks around and she crouches in the room, looking around for a few moments, thinking about it.

"Up or down?"