Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

[waitforsuperman]

Who: Sky Pilot and the Gunslinger (and potentially a Navigator)
When: Riiiiiiiight before closing~
Where: Emi's retaurant.
What: Alfred's hungry and there's only one place that will feed him at this hour. Hopefully.

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[salylimon]

Ten minutes ago, Emi had glanced up at the old wall clock hanging in the kitchen as she hurried to clean up. Ten minutes ago, her restaurant had been empty of patrons as Emi figured she could close a few minutes early in order to run upstairs to change and meet Manny for tonight's job.

Now, ten minutes after, Emi paused as she was in the middle of wiping down the stoves. The front door had been carefully opened before there was a brief moment of silence. She tensed, hand slowly moving to reach for the gun she kept hidden under her work jacket, idly considering the knife she kept beneath her skirts as she placed the old rag down. Sneaking around her family's estate when she had been younger, living in the slums, and then honing her gunslinger skills had all but trained Emi to go on automatic red alert when something was amiss.

And now was no different.

...at least until she realized that Jones was back and moving toward the plate of buns she had left out to take upstairs for Abby before she left.

Gun cocked and properly aimed, Emi made quick work of shooting the bun from Alfred's hand. A sacrifice is always needed when dealing with this idiot.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jones?"

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred stared at the smoking, black-power sprinkled remains of his bun.

And nearly burst into tears. Emi was so heartless! Killing buns that rightfully belonged in his stomach? The girl was a monster!

And it was his duty to protect those buns.

"Getting out of here~" He said, picking up the plate, eyeing her, the door and then the plate again. "These look delicious Emi, and I had a llllllong day~"

Five steps and he'd be out the door. Now all he had to do was survive. Turning around, he took that FIRST crucial step towards sweet, bun-gilled freedom!

Buns Left: 4

[salylimon]

"You're not going anywhere until you pay the fucking tab of yours, pendejo," Emi snapped, gun cocked and raised again. She knew that Alfred knew about her quick draw, so Emi could only hope that aiming her gun at him would be threatening enough to have him stop in his tracks and at least leave the plate of buns alone.

Not because she cared about hurting him, sort of, but because firing her gun more than once while inside her restaurant meant potential property damage. Again. Because more property damage meant an influx in side jobs and dealing with the underground. Again.

"And if you've had a long day-" A step forward and another gunshot fired in warning. "Why not take a seat, enjoy the buns, pay up, and leave with a full stomach? That sounds so much better than eating on the run, no?" Her tone took on a rather innocent if teasing lilt as she continued to move toward the blond before he could escape.

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred jumped at the gunshot and another bun went tumbling to the ground, rolling away and collecting dirt and whatever else Emi's patrons dragged in here.

Ten second rule was definitely out.

"But Emi-" Alfred said, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her, giving her the biggest puppy-eyes he could manage. Maybe this time, after a thousand attempts, HE WOULD BREAK THROUGH HER STONY EXTERIOR and she'd just chill out. "I have no money, you know that."

If he couldn't break through her cold exterior, he definitely needed a contingency plan.

Namely turning around and throwing himself at the woman. She may have had a gun but he had weight...?

Maybe he should've though this through...

Buns Left: 3

[salylimon]

"Then why do you keep insisting on coming back here when you have no money, you insufferable buffoon?!" She snapped, inwardly wincing at the noble verbatim she had just spouted at the blonde. It seemed that old habits really did die hard if she was still capable of spewing such pompous language after so long.

Huffing, she jabbed the muzzle of her fun painfully into the blonde's back, a scowl on her lips as she glared up at the significantly taller man. "It's not like a fucking bun is that expensive either, idiota. I'm sure even you must have some spare change in your pockets." Another jab though Emi was mindful to not brush against the trigger.

For now.

[waitforsuperman]

He was definitely going to have a bruise there tomorrow morning.

Alfred carefully reached down with the hand not supporting the plante of buns and turned out his pockets, looking over his shoulder and grinning. "Nothin' there, see?" He said while his wallet, actually stuff with bills from a day spent playing cards in the hanger, was pressed tight against the pocket of his inenr jacket.

"And did you really just call me an insufferable babboon?" Starting to turn, he found himself with the gun at his somach and the plate of buns now raised above his head just out of Emi's reach. "Pretty fancy talk for a gunslinger with a restaurant~"

[salylimon]

"Fuck off," she snapped, just barely suppressing the flush of embarrassment threatening to strain her cheeks as she continued to glare up at the blonde. Figures that this idiot would be the one to make her slip up and cause her to let out some of the pretentiousness that had been practically beaten into her (and her brother) when they were younger.

"Maldita sea," Emi grumbled, lifting her gun slightly to not press as firmly into the blonde's stomach for the time being. He'd be a bigger idiot to think that she assumed people only kept money in their pockets or purses.

Six years in the slums had taught her better than that.

Her lips suddenly curled upward slightly as she lowered her gun fully while still retaining a tight hold on the handle. "Then how 'bout you pay me some other way, yeah?" She took a step forward, suddenly thankful that the blonde was still close enough to back into a part of the wall and closed front door. "No one's here. Just...me and you. I'm sure I can find a suitable way for you to may be back." Her free hand slid up along his chest, fingertips brushing teasingly and ghosting beneath his jacket as her eyelids lowered. "¿Qué dices?" Another step forward and-

His wallet was now secured in her previously free hand as she suddenly sprung back and far away from Alfred.

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred's entire body had gone still as soon as she had put her hand on his chest. Now, despite his leanings, Al knew that Emi was a beautiful (incredibly sexy) woman and the touch, along with the words, had him seriously reconsidering just how far he leaned.

This lasted for all of about five seconds until he found himself standing alone with a plate of buns while his seductress was a few feet away with- "Hey!" He gave his jacket a quick patdown before glaring. "That's mine! And I was gonna pay for it- just- later!"

Panicking now, Alfred knew that he had to get the wallet back no matter what. Taking a quick breath, he set the plate down on a nearby table before lunging at the woman, trying to tackle her -and his precious wallet- to the ground.

[salylimon]

A little bit further and she'd be able to hop over the bar counter and lock herself in the kitchen and-

"Oof!" The sharp and sudden impact of limbs meeting the wooden floor resulted in Emi letting out a pained whine. She didn't move for a minute, too busy trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of her before she suddenly began to squirm beneath the blonde, attempting to shove him off. But the awkward position of her back against his front made this anything but possible.

Regardless, she kept a tight hold on the man's wallet, briefly wondering if she could reach her gun or a knife in this position or if she could struggle enough to slip his wallet beneath the top of her dress. As tactless as Alfred was, surely he wouldn't attempt to make a move for his wallet if she did that. Then again, one could never surely know with this idiot.

"Alfred," she ground out while continuing to thrash beneath him, legs shifting to kick him off. "Get the fuck off of me or I swear to God that I will maim you, pendejo-!"

/THIS IS WHERE MATTHEW NEEDS TO COME IN

[waitforsuperman]

Well this was unexpected.

Alfred blinked, feeling the floor moving under him. And oddly... cushioned. Glancing down, he absolutely beamed when he fuond himself on top of Emi and her gun nowhere to be seen.

"Not until you gimmie my wallet back!" He said, bracing his forearm against her back to keep her pinned as he reached for the wallet-

And missed.

She was squirming way too much. "Emi! Hold- still-! I just want your buns!"

I haven't read this thread. SO I AM PREPARED.

[canadien_please]

Matthew had been looking for Alfred for the last half hour; their room empty, the hanger (and his brother's plane) empty, and only one place left to look. Unfortunately, it was the last place that the older brother had wanted to find Al, but regardless of what he wanted, the younger twin tended to have a habit of doing the opposite. It was with heavy feet that Matthew finally dragged himself towards the restaurant- hearing something coming from just outside the doors and wincing.

Emi! Hold- Still-! I just want your buns!"

Was also probably the last on a long list of what he wanted to hear coming out of his brother's mouth. He debated turning back right then, but a glance through a darkened window offered just enough of a view for curiosity to take hold. "What in the-" he quickly pushed the door open and his eyes widened, entire face going red.

"A-ALFRED- Get- off of her!" he almost squeaked (damn that bad habit-), rushing over and grabbing his brother's arm. That hand was way to close to- oh Christ. "What the heck is going on?!"

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Alfred blinked, suddenly finding himself yanked off of Emi, fingers just barely closing around the edge of his wallet before he was suddenly standing, string at his brother.

"Mattie!" He said brightly, grinning. "Hey! You're here now so you can tell Emi to stop being SO LAME and actually just give me my wallet back instead of trying to steal it!"

[salylimon]

There were many things going around Emi's head the moment she found herself pinned and squirming beneath the idiot blonde. Some of those things involved Alfred needing a shower, how inappropriate this entire thing was, and how he probably needed to lay off food altogether because he was crushing her beneath all his stupid, obnoxious, annoying girth.

And then, out of nowhere, she felt and heard Alfred being yanked off of her by a familiar (almost) squeak. Letting out a noise of relief, Emi pulled herself up with a slight grumble, somewhat disoriented for a moment as she quickly grabbed the wallet once again. Hastily dusting herself off, Emi ignored the two brothers for a moment as she made quick work of pocketing the previously requested payment before throwing the now emptied wallet back at the loudmouthed source of annoyance. "He tried to steal from me." Again. "And I stopped him." Again. "And told him to pay me back before I 'accidentally' put a hole through his head as added interest."

Again.