When Red walks in tonight he's not alone. He's escorting someone in a suit, the guy hanging on Red with an arm around Red's shoulders, and Red has him by the waist
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There's a tall redhead sitting at the next table, sprawled across two chairs with her boots up on top of a stack of files beside an empty plate.
(Her poor mother did teach her that her feet don't belong on a surface that people eat off of. Unfortunately, Plourr wasn't the most obedient child.)
From the looks of the magazine that she's holding up high enough to read, she probably isn't doing much work anymore. The title declares it to be the spring 2007 issue of Guns and Ammo; the occasional snicker escapes from behind it. She's wearing a pretty nondescript outfit -- fitted trousers, knee-high boots, a loose green tunic, and a black vest, her hair pulled into a ponytail.
When the noisy shuffle of someone taking a seat at the next table reaches her, Plourr shoots an uninterested half-glance over the top of her magazine.
After a moment, she slowly lowers the magazine, her eyebrows furrowed.
Red is chatting up his inanimate friend when he gets that feeling of being watched.
Glancing at the woman with the magazine, Red leans over towards the stuffed man and stage whispers behind his hand rather loudly, "Hey, Jimbo, I think she's checkin' you out."
Despite her best efforts, Plourr cracks a hint of a grin.
"Oh yeah?" she says, one arm hooked across the back of her chair, her eyebrows decidedly raised. "I don't know. I like my men a little less transparent." She points at the balloon-head with her stylus.
"Eiattu IV," she says. "Ado Sector, Mid-Rim. You?"
The horns are familiar, if filed off; the skin color's a new one, though she has seen full-body solid-color tattoos before. The arm and the tail are definitely off for her original guess of Devaronian, though.
Maybe his species is from somewhere on the Outer Rim.
Her answer seems to explain it. She doesn't seem to be from Earth.
He mulls that over a moment, scratching at his goatee. She looks human, but he's been coming to Millways long enough to know the place is crazy. Plus, there's his job always introducing him to the strange and weird, too.
(Her poor mother did teach her that her feet don't belong on a surface that people eat off of. Unfortunately, Plourr wasn't the most obedient child.)
From the looks of the magazine that she's holding up high enough to read, she probably isn't doing much work anymore. The title declares it to be the spring 2007 issue of Guns and Ammo; the occasional snicker escapes from behind it. She's wearing a pretty nondescript outfit -- fitted trousers, knee-high boots, a loose green tunic, and a black vest, her hair pulled into a ponytail.
When the noisy shuffle of someone taking a seat at the next table reaches her, Plourr shoots an uninterested half-glance over the top of her magazine.
After a moment, she slowly lowers the magazine, her eyebrows furrowed.
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Glancing at the woman with the magazine, Red leans over towards the stuffed man and stage whispers behind his hand rather loudly, "Hey, Jimbo, I think she's checkin' you out."
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Red leans back in his chair and jabs a thumb in the stuffed guy's direction.
The balloon sways a bit, it's squiggled on smile wide and dopey.
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"Oh yeah?" she says, one arm hooked across the back of her chair, her eyebrows decidedly raised. "I don't know. I like my men a little less transparent." She points at the balloon-head with her stylus.
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"I could replace it with a watermelon," he offers. "Or a potato."
In case it's his expression that's throwing her off.
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Red gives her a curious look.
"Where you from?"
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The horns are familiar, if filed off; the skin color's a new one, though she has seen full-body solid-color tattoos before. The arm and the tail are definitely off for her original guess of Devaronian, though.
Maybe his species is from somewhere on the Outer Rim.
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He mulls that over a moment, scratching at his goatee. She looks human, but he's been coming to Millways long enough to know the place is crazy. Plus, there's his job always introducing him to the strange and weird, too.
"I came in from New Jersey. On Earth."
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Beat.
"Should I know what New Jersey is?"
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"Nah, it's a place, but I wouldn't call it a great vacation spot."
He kind of likes 'Earthian' and being included as one.
"Folks call me Red, that's by buddy Jimbo."
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"Red, huh?" She half-grins, amused. "Somebody was imaginative."
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Red gives a snort and a smirk.
"Yeah, I know right?" Shaking his head, he says, "My name's Hellboy. So if HB does ya better... "
He gives a shrug in a 'however you like' sort of way.
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