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[wasplisbeth]

Ever since Bobby went back to work she has been going down to the garage to work on the bike.  It's something that keeps her busy and keeps her from worrying about Bobby.  It's good to keep working with her hands again, good to have a purpose and a job.  Not that she didn't have one before, but it was largely Bobby related and soon Bobby will be

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[wasplisbeth]

Where are you? What are you in the mood for?

Though she could just track him down like in the good old fashioned days, oh that was fun. Oh wait he also only has one hand to type, well, he just might be a little slow, maybe she should give him some options. Lisbeth is thinking too much, it's going to give her a headache if she doesn't curb it.

[wasplisbeth]

She can work with that. Pocketing the phone she slips on her jacket and locks up the garage before heading off to catch the subway. It takes her about thirty minutes to get home, in her hand, the bag from the burger joint down the street. She got two burgers, the same burger he ordered all those months ago and the asparagus fries that he liked. Stepping into the entry way she does her routine with the alarm before kicking off her shoes.

"Hello, Bobby, I brought burgers." Where is the Bobby?

[wasplisbeth]

Moving away from the door she sets the bag down on the coffee table and leans over to kiss his mouth all cool and wet from ice and water that he's drinking. It wasn't so very long ago (or maybe it was) that the only greeting she would give him was a scratch on his beard. Really she is nuts about this guy.

"How are you feeling?" She smells like oil and a little like sweat but she'll clean that up. "I'll get everything set out for you, Bobby."

[wasplisbeth]

"I'm feeling okay," sticking her nose down the front of her shirt she takes an inhale in. Yup, bike, she smells like a bike. Pulling back she opens up the bag and takes out two containers. One holding his burger and fries and the other holding hers. She peels off the lid and puts his in front of him before taking out the napkins. Putting on on his thigh she puts the other others on the table and then hands the container to him.

"Do you need any more water? Anything else?"

[wasplisbeth]

"No I don't need anything, I'm going to wash up in a minute though." Since her hands are still pretty dirty, there is some good lava soap up in the kitchen and she'll use that to get herself clean. He asks what she smells like in there and she thinks about it before answering him honestly (is there any other way?) "Sweaty and oily," she admits before leaning forward slightly and does a Lisbeth type thing. "Want to smell?" Sure, Lisbeth, just what a person wants to smell your stinky self.

[wasplisbeth]

Bobby must be pretty high. Not it bothers her or is a whole lot of a shock to her, he went to his doctor and they switched up some stuff and this is the result. He goes quiet for long periods of time and during one of those quiet times she goes and washes her hands thoroughly in the sink and then comes back to sit next to him and eat her burger. She touches him, his thigh mostly and sometimes his cheek, but he is sometimes off in his own world with his burger and then sometimes in her world with his observations on her smells. Through it all she is quiet, watching him, with his eyes a little glassy and his words fine but, well, it's in and out sometimes for him.

When he finishes off the water she puts her burger down and wipes her hands. "Let me get you some more water, Bobby."

[wasplisbeth]

"You sound like an answering machine," because he does, a little bit. A stoned answering machine repeating what people had said as he sees them or hears them. "I will see Eric tomorrow," to pick up the part and to see what is up in general. She doesn't have a lot to say to Eric usually because she is pretty good on her own when it comes to the bike, somethings are a bit new to her but other then that it seems pretty standard. An engine is an engine. Though that makes her brow furrow, the last one actually not the fact that Lyla Cain came by with names and that she smells like lavender. Her thought on those names is if she goes back to looking at them she will go and find that sonofabitch and kill him.

The man they knew is Berger will be back, she's sure of it and the next time they'll know what he looks like. "When did you see, Eric, Bobby?" She finishes up her fries and goes to work on her burger once again. It's delicious, it has a fried egg on top.

[wasplisbeth]

Looking over at him she tips her head back against the couch and lifts her eyebrows up when he mentions that his father was a gambler. She knew that, sort of anyway, because you look at someone's tax reports and you get a pretty good sense of what they are. Money says a lot about a person it certain situations, a little money and people behave in certain ways and a lot of money a different way. At least that's what Lisbeth has found anyway, it's not a very firm method but coupled with other evidence it paints a picture.

"Tomorrow afternoon," she says focusing on what he says about picking up the part that means she'll have time to be lazy around the house. Picking up the containers and the bags she takes them from the coffee table and moves into the kitchen to throw them away. "I like to play blackjack," which kind of touches on the gambling conversation.