[RP for
starspangledcap, locked to same]Friday night at the mall. Sally was nearly dancing through her shift. Pansy let Sal pick the music, again, and it was one of those nights in retail when everybody left the counter in a better mood than the one they brought in. Sally had a smile for everyone
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He also had no idea what he was going to say to Sally, once he saw her. Despite the fact that he'd spent the past twenty-four hours thinking about this, no real plan had formed in his mind. He thought that maybe just seeing her would be enough. He'd see her, and he'd see that she was well, and happy, and that would be enough. He'd turn around and head back to New Jersey, secure in the knowledge that his daughter wasn't dead, and he'd just have to live with ( ... )
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His ear caught a snippet of lyrics from the loudspeaker overhead, and he realized he'd heard the song before - Sally had played it, often, on her iPod, headphones turned up so loud that Steve had been constantly yelling at her to turn them down to save her ears. ("But I have a healing factor!" she'd complained, every time.)
"What music is this?" Steve asked, casting his eyes upward, glad to have found an appropriate comment to make. "It's a good song."
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"But that's not an invitation," Emil muttered behind her. Without looking Sally reached back and hit him gently on the side of the head.
She studied the man at the counter. Sometimes she could figure things out about people. He had a look about him. Hungry, but not it that skeezey way. Something . . . Her intuition said this guy was okay. Sally's intuition, it was pretty good. Kept her out of trouble. Kept her mom out of trouble a couple of times on the dating scene. Sally chewed at her lip and nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, Mister," she said. "Emil, this one's in. Mister, what can I do for you? I mean -- you're not here to shop. So. What is it?"
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