17th Fix

[techno_mancer]

[Thanks to being at stage three, Quinn really messed stuff up with his best friend in town. He's wrestling with a lot of feelings that a chill and in-control guy like him never deals with normally, and still being under the secret-blurting effect, really wants to get this off his chest to someone. The problem is that he doesn't know who to go to

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A - Stage 2 to 3

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa walks up the driveway, stopping at the door. She will wait there on the threshold until Quinn invites her in. ]

[techno_mancer]

[He's absorbed in his non-work, but will see her there after a minute two.]

Oh, hey there. What's up?

[ooeeooahah]

I... nnn... are you too busy for playing some instrumentals?

[ She's a little nervous, and seems to be trying to not talk. ]

[techno_mancer]

[Resting his hand on the laptop for a quick moment, it'll change to something lighter.]

Ya look like ya wanna talk but don't wanna talk. I know the feeling.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She nods, and after a moment's hesitation, takes the ashtray outside, emptying it into the trashcan, and brings it back in. ]

T-the ash is bad for the equipment, you know.

[ She seems surprised at herself, grabbing a beer and curling up into a chair (If Quinn hasn't found a couch to drag into the garage) and close her eyes, listening to the music. ]

[techno_mancer]

Yeah, I should know better, I just ain't been thinkin' straight.

[Beer and a chair. That sounds nice. Don't mind while he does the same.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She does not seem to notice him sitting down, but when the playlist shifts to the next song, she speaks again. ]

The smoking's bad for your health too, but I think you know that.

[techno_mancer]

Yeah, I know. Just one of my many hard-to-break bad habits.

1/2

[ooeeooahah]

[ She nods, still not opening her eyes, ] Mmm. Too bad it deflected me from trying to seduce you.

2/2

[ooeeooahah]

...oh, crud.

[techno_mancer]

[!!]

Smoking is that much of a turn-off? I mean-- Crap. Wow.

[ooeeooahah]

Erm... I never cared for the taste.

[ Congratulations, Quinn! There are people who would have bet money Ilsa never blushed. ]

[techno_mancer]

I bet ya'd get used to it.

[Foreheadslap. Nothing's restraining that part of his brain anymore.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa bites her lips and giggles. ]

I dunno... I swore off second-hand tobacco after Sam, and he was really good at hitting the right spots.

[techno_mancer]

I'm sure I could do bet-- [Hand over mouth, he mumbles something.]

Geez, I really gotta stop doin' that. I really don't wanna do more damage this week.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Then Ilsa has to go and do a girl thing. ]

More damage?

[ Yep, she asked a question. (/killer beaz soundebite) ]