Abby had been laying down on the couch reading when she'd heard the door. Heard the sounds of shattering glass and firefighting. What the hell?! That caught her attention and she was up, her book laid face down, and heading in the direction of all the noise. Because to her that's all it was for the moment. But what she saw stopped her in her tracks.
King
She couldn't remember the last time that she'd seen him but it didn't matter. Here King. Have an armful and lipful of Abigail Whistler.
Both of King's brows shot up and his eyes grew wide as he suddenly found himself with an armful of Abigail Whistler where she had just been down the corridor with her Arc frying some vampire ass. Needless to say he was more than a little confused. The kissing.. well that helped a little and was nice but when the hell did she ever give more than a damn about him?
Carefully trying to pry the girl off him which he would later think of how weird that was, Hannibal tried to hold her at arms length. "How. You. Where." Lightly King clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. "So when did the necksuckers finally smarten up and get a bar in their safe houses and how are you here when you were just there?"
Yes, well, it has taken a long ass time for her to actually come to terms with the fact that she has feelings for him. Something that she's just... coming to terms with herself so to speak. But when he pulls her away and keeps her that far (not really far) she stares at him a bit. Oh, she knew where the hell this was going. Knew it and didn't like it.
"Where did you just show up from, King?"
Because she had done a lot during her... and now he was talking about the safe houses and the like. "They didn't get a bar in their safe house. This is Milliways. Completely cut off from any vampire we know. Or will know."
"Uuuuuh that would be me explaining the whole 'found the secret no girls allowed' club that went to kick a little blood suckers ass in?" Seriously. Did she hit her head? Within an instant King was moving trying to get a good look about to see if she had. "Seriously, Whistler, as much as I'm good with getting Punked any day of the week I don't think during the middle of a mission is a very good place."
Though he was going to have to give her points for style on finding a bar in a safe house. Maybe they could raid the cabinets before going back to the Nightstalker's base...
Those hazel eyes narrow a bit and she shakes her head at his wit. The one thing she can always rely on. The only thing she could other than his quickness with a gun. Something she used but thought she sucked at. She'd stick with her bow. "Does it look like I'm Punking you, King?" Her tone was a bit tight, serious even as she watched him. Great...
"We're not raiding Bar. She'll give us what we ask for. And if you don't stop moving around me like I've hurt myself I'm going to put you on your ass."
Hello, King. Look at the clothing. Not what she went out on the mission in.
Okay so he was a bit concerned that she was hurt. So sue him? It wasn't like he owned a lot unless she wanted his horribly obnoxious candy collection. Once he was satisfied that she was okay he did notice her clothing and had to do a quick double take. Where was her Arc? Where was her gauntlet blade thingies she prided herself on so much? And where the hell was that nice little red leather outfit number she often wore?
"Uh. Yeah. About that whole ass kicking thing... why aren't you in the same outfit with your iPod? Because, you know as much as I love looking at you in barely nothing day end and day out, this is just a smidge on the freaking weird side." Their world was already freaking weird with the whole Vampire hunter aspect of life. This just sort of pushed it further over in to that line of thinking.
No, she didn't want his candy collection. He could keep that. Because that was too much sweets for her. As for her Arc, that was in its sheath at her side. Her gauntlet blade was upstairs in her room. As was the little red leather outfit he liked to see her in. It was all there in Milliways just not all of it on her person. Only thing that was; was her Arc and the blades in her boots.
"My iPod is over on the table with my book." She says with a slight raise of her brow. "Come with me. Sit down. I'll even buy you a drink. Anything your heart desires and then we'll go from there. Now move your ass King."
Strange place or not she still held the authoritative tone to her voice.
Hannibal opened his mouth, half about to say something when he decided that it might just be best to say nothing and follow that order of hers. It was the look of a killer in her eyes that he was half expecting her to start growling at him. Of course he always viewed her growling as more of a kitten's sound. You know. Meow thing and all.
Giving the door one good look over his shoulder the man nearly stumbled as he found what he thought he'd never see. A missing door. "Uh. Um. Ab.. there.. heh. Oh this is awkward."
King spin on his heel walking backward looking straight at the empty wall where there should have been a door. Logic said there had to be one there right? Doors just didn't sprout legs and dance away off stage right. "Where? Is the fucking door?"
"King" It's stern and spoke volumes and there might of even been a slight growl there. If anything she was no mere house cat. More like your typical jungle cat. Something along those lines. Though she when notes he isn't really paying any heed she moves over and stands before him.
"MOVE, King. Now." She grounds out taking his hand and turning them away from the missing door. So Bar had bound him. That was going to go over well once she told him. If she decided to tell him. "Sit your ass down and I'll explain things. And don't even dare open that snarky mouth of yours just yet. You can do that later."
Oh hello! Yeah Hannibal knew that tone all to well as he had been on the receiving end of it more than once. Looking down at Abby his hands instantly came up in a defensive sort of stance as he walked backward a few steps. "Down, kitten. I swear next time I promise I'll wipe my feet on the rug before stepping in side."
When Whistler's hand shot out and grabbed his, spinning him about faster than he could blink, the taller man found himself being dragged forward toward the table she had been leading them to before. Slipping in to the chair of choice like a kid who's hand has been caught in the cookie jar he opened his mouth to comment. It was the look again. There was no way he was going to comment just yet.
Abigail ignored his words and shook her head. "I'll show you wiping your feet before stepping inside if you don't be quiet." She led him over to the table and once he was sitting down she sat down across from him. Her features seemed to soften a bit but not by much. Not when it came to King. Fate was being cruel. It was throwing her the man she'd fallen for but before... This was going to be complicated.
"This is Milliways. Bar at the End of the Universe." She says simply. There was no joking tone to her voice, nothing that said she was lying or even pulling his chain. "Do you want a drink before I continue? Something sugary?"
For a long moment, King sat there quiet simply listening to what she was saying. Quietly he started to draw little lines and figures on the tabletop as he seemed to be straining to keep some comment to himself about Bars at the end of the universe and her showing him a thing or two. When he thought that he was safe, King glanced back up at Abby. "So..." he drawled the word out carefully drawing his finger along the tabletop. "Yeah. I got nothing."
Setting back in his seat the former vampire simply settled an expression that Abby had known well too that few people ever saw. This was becoming a serious matter. Well, as serious as Hannibal could be for any given period of time. "Jack and coke."
And that Jack and coke appears on the table before King while a new cup of hot chocolate appears on the table for Abby. She's gotten used to it and doesn't really pay much attention anymore. She gives a silent thanks to the Bar, however. "I figured that you wouldn't." Because who would?
"Perhaps you'd believe me if you saw the Observation window."
Drinks appearing in front of him? Oh yeah. He had died and gone to the special hell hadn't he? Special because it had a bar and Hell because where else was he going to go? He wasn't exactly a goodie goodie person. Reaching out a finger he poked at the drink watching it slosh a little as the glass was moved. Yes this was a special hell.
"Observation window of what? I mean.. if there are dancing girls behind it then fuck yeah I wanna see it." Okay so he tried keeping the comments to himself but, really.
His statement made her give a small smile and a slight laugh. She picks up her hot chocolate without even checking it first and takes a sip of it feeling the hot liquid go down her throat. Those hazel eyes watched him intently.
"Can someone dance to the end of the universe? I'd pay a few bucks to see that happen." King's grin was forced as he looked up from poking at the glass to Abby. Hey at least he got her to smiling some. She had a pretty smile when she wanted to use it.
"Hey.. Abs?" Swallowing hard, Hannibal shifted in his seat enough like he was an antsy kid sitting on a hard church pew. "Are you sure we.. aren't. You know.."
King
She couldn't remember the last time that she'd seen him but it didn't matter. Here King. Have an armful and lipful of Abigail Whistler.
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Wait. Abby?
Both of King's brows shot up and his eyes grew wide as he suddenly found himself with an armful of Abigail Whistler where she had just been down the corridor with her Arc frying some vampire ass. Needless to say he was more than a little confused. The kissing.. well that helped a little and was nice but when the hell did she ever give more than a damn about him?
Carefully trying to pry the girl off him which he would later think of how weird that was, Hannibal tried to hold her at arms length. "How. You. Where." Lightly King clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. "So when did the necksuckers finally smarten up and get a bar in their safe houses and how are you here when you were just there?"
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"Where did you just show up from, King?"
Because she had done a lot during her... and now he was talking about the safe houses and the like. "They didn't get a bar in their safe house. This is Milliways. Completely cut off from any vampire we know. Or will know."
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Though he was going to have to give her points for style on finding a bar in a safe house. Maybe they could raid the cabinets before going back to the Nightstalker's base...
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"We're not raiding Bar. She'll give us what we ask for. And if you don't stop moving around me like I've hurt myself I'm going to put you on your ass."
Hello, King. Look at the clothing. Not what she went out on the mission in.
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"Uh. Yeah. About that whole ass kicking thing... why aren't you in the same outfit with your iPod? Because, you know as much as I love looking at you in barely nothing day end and day out, this is just a smidge on the freaking weird side." Their world was already freaking weird with the whole Vampire hunter aspect of life. This just sort of pushed it further over in to that line of thinking.
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"My iPod is over on the table with my book." She says with a slight raise of her brow. "Come with me. Sit down. I'll even buy you a drink. Anything your heart desires and then we'll go from there. Now move your ass King."
Strange place or not she still held the authoritative tone to her voice.
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Giving the door one good look over his shoulder the man nearly stumbled as he found what he thought he'd never see. A missing door. "Uh. Um. Ab.. there.. heh. Oh this is awkward."
King spin on his heel walking backward looking straight at the empty wall where there should have been a door. Logic said there had to be one there right? Doors just didn't sprout legs and dance away off stage right. "Where? Is the fucking door?"
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"MOVE, King. Now." She grounds out taking his hand and turning them away from the missing door. So Bar had bound him. That was going to go over well once she told him. If she decided to tell him. "Sit your ass down and I'll explain things. And don't even dare open that snarky mouth of yours just yet. You can do that later."
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When Whistler's hand shot out and grabbed his, spinning him about faster than he could blink, the taller man found himself being dragged forward toward the table she had been leading them to before. Slipping in to the chair of choice like a kid who's hand has been caught in the cookie jar he opened his mouth to comment. It was the look again. There was no way he was going to comment just yet.
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"This is Milliways. Bar at the End of the Universe." She says simply. There was no joking tone to her voice, nothing that said she was lying or even pulling his chain. "Do you want a drink before I continue? Something sugary?"
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Setting back in his seat the former vampire simply settled an expression that Abby had known well too that few people ever saw. This was becoming a serious matter. Well, as serious as Hannibal could be for any given period of time. "Jack and coke."
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"Perhaps you'd believe me if you saw the Observation window."
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"Observation window of what? I mean.. if there are dancing girls behind it then fuck yeah I wanna see it." Okay so he tried keeping the comments to himself but, really.
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"To the end of the universe."
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"Hey.. Abs?" Swallowing hard, Hannibal shifted in his seat enough like he was an antsy kid sitting on a hard church pew. "Are you sure we.. aren't. You know.."
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