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[eyeeyecaptain]

There's no dramatic fanfare that precedes Leela into the bar today; no impressive entrance; no thrilling score.

Just one Cyclopean mutant who, upon seeing where her door has led her, leaps into the air with a "YIPPEE!"

We are mature today, yes.

[ooc: Yes, it's been a while. Be gentle. ^^;]

[tiny!tag: Philip Marlowe]

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[glenview7537]

"Welcome back, I am guessing?" Marlowe looks up from his reading and coffee, watching the unusual-looking woman with curiosity.

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Yeah!"

She turns and looks at him.

Oh, um, right. Mar-something. Detective-guy. There was alcohol involved. Lots of it.

"My door isn't exactly... stable."

[glenview7537]

"Well, then." He remembers that, very well.

Parts of it. Some. It was really a lot of booze. "Shall we drink to it?" After all, it is way past noon in his world. "Or should we try dancing this time?"

They might have talked about dancing, who knows?

[eyeeyecaptain]

Leela chuckles.

"I'd love a drink. Dancing can wait."

That's not a 'no', of course.

[glenview7537]

Marlowe chuckles and nods, getting up and offering his arm. "How have you been, captain? Or you mind me calling you Leela?" He can be charming if he wants to.

Barwards is a good route for straight bourbon.

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Leela is fine," she smirks, taking his arm. "I've been okay, though admittedly rather bored. How about you?"

[glenview7537]

"Being shot at, having people trying to use my head as a punch bag, discovering things I was not supposed to: some clients really expect me to prove them right in their assumptions, not to find out what really happened." Bar, seats, orders of bourbon. "But a few others are actually glad when proved wrong."

"All in all, work has been steady and interesting even when not a pleasant affair."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Sounds interesting," she remarks in all sincerity. "Usually when people pay for private detectives, they're paying someone to tell them what they want to hear, though."

It would be slightly more sarcastic if that wasn't seriously what detectives are for in the 31st century.

[glenview7537]

"Some people try to hire me under that impression." He nods, handing Leela one of the glasses. "Usually because they have a personal vendetta against someone."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Thanks," she says, accepting the liquor.

Mmmm, booze.

"Is there any other reason to hire a detective?"

[glenview7537]

"Sometimes the police goes for the easiest answer. Sometimes there is nothing the law can do, and people still want to know what really happened." Hmm yes, booze.

"Sometimes they want someone to ask the right questions and be discrete about the matter."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"So... you get to stick your nose in other people's business, air out all their dirty laundry, and get paid for it?"

Clearly Leela missed out on her calling.

[glenview7537]

"And have other people get angry at me, to the tune of bullets and blackjacks." No job is perfect after all. "And there are times when the client simply lies to me. That is when things turn really dangerous."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Sounds like my job."

[glenview7537]

Marlow looks into her eye and smiles to her. With meaning.

He touches his glass to Leela's and drinks. "Seems the world did not change that much in a thousand years."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Oh no, it's changed."

She grins at the toast, however.

"But I guess in some ways it's the same. At least that's what Fry tells me."