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part of my Al Capone AU story for CHAOS_thon:
"You asked to see me?" Capone asked as he took up a spot against the wall and prepared to bite into his knish.
"Incorrect," Ada replied around a half-chewed knish of her own. Stretching languidly along the wall - upsetting Capone's hat, which may've been the point of her exercise - she told him, "You asked to see me. Or, more specific, you asked to see what I found."
"Then tell me."
"That's it? That's all? You want this information, you have to earn it."
"Hell, I already paid -"
"I don't want your money, fool."
"You're not my type."
"You have a type? I'm happy for you."
"So what is it?" Al asked.
"Not you, certainly," Ada quipped.
"I mean -"
"I know what you mean," she interupted. "And it isn't much. I only want to know the tiny secret behind what set three Boroughs dancing into the night."
Capone forced himself to swallow his mouthful of knish. "You want to know about Berlin," flat.
"Not so much."
"No?"
"That's right. I want to know how it is you were one of those who marched right into the Huns' capitol."
"This'd better be good information you're passing me."
"Oh, the best."
"Hence your price."
"Crudely put, but yes."
"And how do I know this is worth Berlin?"
Ada smiled. "Capone, if you thought so, truly, you wouldn't have stayed here long enough to finish your knish."
He looked at the bite he had left (to/of) his knish, popped it in his mouth, and nodded.
"I'm waiting," Ada said once Al had finished chewing.
"Wait no (more/longer)," Al said, and leaned in close, his mouth along her ear to keep the secret from spreading. And he told Ada, his voice (low/hushed/?)
"Damn sciabolas," a passer-by grumbled loud enough to ensure he was overheard.
Ada gripped Al's right arm, holding him steady. "Impetuous?" she asked, pulling her head (back/away).
"Impulse," Capone replied.
She considered that, then leaned in to give her findings in just as (much) secret.
When she was done, Capone said, "Gratze."
"Get a deerstalker," she replied before ducking into the thick of all the knish-buyers.
"Sicilians," Al said under his breath.
"You asked to see me?" Capone asked as he took up a spot against the wall and prepared to bite into his knish.
"Incorrect," Ada replied around a half-chewed knish of her own. Stretching languidly along the wall - upsetting Capone's hat, which may've been the point of her exercise - she told him, "You asked to see me. Or, more specific, you asked to see what I found."
"Then tell me."
"That's it? That's all? You want this information, you have to earn it."
"Hell, I already paid -"
"I don't want your money, fool."
"You're not my type."
"You have a type? I'm happy for you."
"So what is it?" Al asked.
"Not you, certainly," Ada quipped.
"I mean -"
"I know what you mean," she interupted. "And it isn't much. I only want to know the tiny secret behind what set three Boroughs dancing into the night."
Capone forced himself to swallow his mouthful of knish. "You want to know about Berlin," flat.
"Not so much."
"No?"
"That's right. I want to know how it is you were one of those who marched right into the Huns' capitol."
"This'd better be good information you're passing me."
"Oh, the best."
"Hence your price."
"Crudely put, but yes."
"And how do I know this is worth Berlin?"
Ada smiled. "Capone, if you thought so, truly, you wouldn't have stayed here long enough to finish your knish."
He looked at the bite he had left (to/of) his knish, popped it in his mouth, and nodded.
"I'm waiting," Ada said once Al had finished chewing.
"Wait no (more/longer)," Al said, and leaned in close, his mouth along her ear to keep the secret from spreading. And he told Ada, his voice (low/hushed/?)
"Damn sciabolas," a passer-by grumbled loud enough to ensure he was overheard.
Ada gripped Al's right arm, holding him steady. "Impetuous?" she asked, pulling her head (back/away).
"Impulse," Capone replied.
She considered that, then leaned in to give her findings in just as (much) secret.
When she was done, Capone said, "Gratze."
"Get a deerstalker," she replied before ducking into the thick of all the knish-buyers.
"Sicilians," Al said under his breath.