don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 12:18:43 UTC
Robin, Robin, Robin. Captain Holly Short rather hopes she won't regret this. If he's like that when he's sober... and oh, gods, does she remember what he's like when he's drunk too. Not that she'll ever admit it, though, but she likes hanging out with him
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don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 12:28:26 UTC
Robin, having been turned down rudely by Holly-- expectedly, twice --has found himself a pretty young thing in blonde and is busy chatting her up, in a particularly decent mood today. When he hears Holly come in and give greetings to Niko, however, he tears himself away with a short joke, a goodbye, and a slap on the ass which leaves the girl squealing. Sliding over the floor to Holly, he settles his elbows down on the bar beside her, leaning his chin on the back of his wrists.
Green eyes rake momentarily over her red hair, straying down her neck before settling on her expression, searching and testing, as if a fox looking for a hole in a chickenwire fence. His lips tug into a broad but honest smile.
"Some days I swear that I shall never see your pretty hair outside of that awful helmet of yours again so long as you live, Holly. Drinks?"
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 12:37:31 UTC
Holly endures the once-over with a tolerance born of knowing Robin for well over a year. Granted, she technically has known him longer than he knows her now, but who wanted the details, really? She does flash him an easy grin in return, however, in just as good a mood-mostly because she escaped the past weekend relatively unscathed. A rare thing, that.
"I would use a headset, but it isn't as secure when I'm flying," she replies, smoothing a hand over her tousled hair, grown out to a pixie than the crew cut she typically kept it in back home. "But sure, drinks. Go ahead and order-though Niko did tell me you're supposed to pay for your first one."
Reaching over to help herself to the complimentary peanuts, the elf smirks at him. "Or am I wrong?"
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 12:44:52 UTC
"Don't touch those peanuts."
Easily tossing himself onto the barstool beside Holly's, Robin crosses his legs neatly at the knee and digs a hand into his back pocket, pulling out an ostrich leather wallet, slapping twenty dollars onto the bar while offering Holly a good-natured but theatrically put-out, suspicious look. Snapping a few times to get the bartender's attention, he orders them both a bloody mary to start as well as something to eat-- bagels with sun-dried tomato cream cheese; he's been in New York far too long.
Stupid vegetarians.
"What are you doing paying such close attention to my conversations, elf? A man could become nervous, your being a cop and his being a perfectly upstanding citizen such that he is."
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 12:54:56 UTC
Her hand does pause above the bowl of peanuts and Holly shoots him a pointed look before shrugging and leaving the bowl as it is. She could have been stubborn and gone ahead, or, immature and thrown a peanut at him, but she decides on neither option.
Still, she does seem pretty damn amused that he's paying for the first round plus food. He gets a nod of thanks for that. Then a chuckle when he speaks again, Holly simply shrugging nonchalantly at the question.
"I'm working in the Intel division for the police and you're surprised at that?" She grins, resting her chin in hand. "Nah. Seriously, Robin, Niko just mentioned it to me a few minutes ago. I'm not spying on you, for Frond's sake."
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 13:00:51 UTC
"Mentioned it to you? What a cheeky little gossip he's becoming without his brother hanging off of his apron strings."
Robin's smile curls into a pointed vee of playful suggestivity, even as his hands reach for the drink just set down in front of him, toying with the stalk of celery sticking out of it.
"What, no camera in the bedroom, recording my every action for surveillance purposes? Pity."
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 13:15:45 UTC
"Pity indeed," Holly comments with a roll of her mismatched eyes. "But," she adds lightly, swirling her own drink with its garnish, "doesn't Niko have some sort of rule about your social life, anyway? Namely that it doesn't come home?" Sip.
The elf doesn't need an information source to know this. She had the same rule when Robin was her roommate and she can't imagine the elder Leandros putting up with company any more than she did.
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 13:25:07 UTC
Half of the drink is gone before Robin responds, pouring it back and then clearing his throat, face pleasant as if it hadn't been loaded with alcohol and tabasco sauce. He points a finger at Holly, free hand setting his drink down and making a wide sort of gesture to his chest and abdomen. He laughs, something genial and yet, somehow, still with a bit of a shark in it.
"Who said anything about company? You think that anyone on earth could avoid touching this for long? I enjoy masturbation. It's sex with someone that I love."
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 13:28:46 UTC
Holly has no words for this. She really doesn't need any. The look she shoots him is the universal expression for too much information though she knows using it on Robin is a lost cause. The puck doesn't know the meaning of the phrase, she's certain.
Instead, she takes a longer drink from her glass before replying with raised brows, "Even less incentive to monitor your activity, Robin. Thanks."
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 13:31:58 UTC
He raises his eyebrows at her rebuttal, shrugging and picking up his drink, draining the rest of it and then toying the celery stalk between his teeth for a second, as if decided whether or not it's worth the effort of digesting. Deciding for it, he bites a good bit off and chews, talking through his food.
"Enough about me-- though I assure you, we shall return to the subject eventually --how's tricks with you?"
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 13:36:00 UTC
"The same," Holly shrugs, glancing away for a moment as the food arrives and she moves her glass a little out of the way. "Nothing interesting. Appalling, I know, but I prefer that over being affected by a curse."
The elf helps herself to a bagel but pauses, glancing at him askance. "So really, I should be asking you how your weekend was."
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 13:40:35 UTC
Robin ignores the food for a moment, instead waving a hand for another drink-- this time the bartender skips pouring, simply sliding a bottle of Scotch onto the bartop and a pair of four whiskey tumblers. He opens the cap on the bottle with his teeth while listening to Holly speak.
"Enlightening. Irritating. I could list at least forty adjectives, but shall refrain for both of our sakes. Suffice it to say, should I ever meet Niko's birth mother through the machinations of this place, I will take great place in quite thoroughly bitchslapping the fucking shit out of the woman. You won't arrest me, will you cupcake?"
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 13:45:34 UTC
And Holly ignores the fact that Robin's already gotten his hands on a bottle, even though it feels like she just got there. She starts to eat while he speaks, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin while she considers her answer for no more than a second. She even lets the cupcake thing slide.
"No, I won't." Honestly, it's amazing she's gone this far without doing so. But that's for another evening to consider. "I've heard enough about Sophia to turn the other cheek, actually. But for the sakes of all concerned, it's better she never shows up here."
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 13:52:48 UTC
Still not touching the food, Robin pours some of the amber liquid into one tumbler and, after a second of consideration, tosses it down his throat before filling that glass and another one with hearty shots. One glass is slid over to Holly's side with Robin's knuckles and an apparent lack of consideration toward the fact that she is half his size.
He lifts his own drink again, rim pressed against his lower lip like a comma.
"Better that she doesn't. On to something more pleasurable, you should come over more. Eat with us. Nobody ought to eat alone if company is available. It's depressing."
don't you mess around with me;captainshortJune 17 2009, 13:59:42 UTC
The elf eyes the offered glass with no small measure of dubiousness before raising her gaze to the puck, as if to say, You expect me to drink that? She doesn't voice it, but the fact that she nudges it back in his direction is answer enough, thanks.
"I visit a lot, actually," Holly replies. "It's just usually during the day, which I know isn't your thing. Sometimes Nik invites me to lunch." She drinks from her first glass, the second still untouched, and smiles. "Besides, it sounds like you're forgetting I've got Artemis for a roommate."
don't you mess around with me;winewomenandJune 17 2009, 14:08:15 UTC
"Oh, come on. It was a smooth whiskey. Single malt."
He greets her brush-off with no small amount of congenial exasperation and a roll of the eyes, but drinks what's in his tumbler before grabbing hers and, without a breath, draining it as well; as far as good moods go, Robin's is demonstrative. Giving a small sniff, finally staring down the bagels and cream cheese:
"Day is my thing. I'm diurnal, I'll have you know. I just have a tendency to be at work during it, because I'm busy evenings. And also, that pup Artemis is like, eight years old. What company is that, eh? Please."
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Green eyes rake momentarily over her red hair, straying down her neck before settling on her expression, searching and testing, as if a fox looking for a hole in a chickenwire fence. His lips tug into a broad but honest smile.
"Some days I swear that I shall never see your pretty hair outside of that awful helmet of yours again so long as you live, Holly. Drinks?"
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"I would use a headset, but it isn't as secure when I'm flying," she replies, smoothing a hand over her tousled hair, grown out to a pixie than the crew cut she typically kept it in back home. "But sure, drinks. Go ahead and order-though Niko did tell me you're supposed to pay for your first one."
Reaching over to help herself to the complimentary peanuts, the elf smirks at him. "Or am I wrong?"
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Easily tossing himself onto the barstool beside Holly's, Robin crosses his legs neatly at the knee and digs a hand into his back pocket, pulling out an ostrich leather wallet, slapping twenty dollars onto the bar while offering Holly a good-natured but theatrically put-out, suspicious look. Snapping a few times to get the bartender's attention, he orders them both a bloody mary to start as well as something to eat-- bagels with sun-dried tomato cream cheese; he's been in New York far too long.
Stupid vegetarians.
"What are you doing paying such close attention to my conversations, elf? A man could become nervous, your being a cop and his being a perfectly upstanding citizen such that he is."
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Still, she does seem pretty damn amused that he's paying for the first round plus food. He gets a nod of thanks for that. Then a chuckle when he speaks again, Holly simply shrugging nonchalantly at the question.
"I'm working in the Intel division for the police and you're surprised at that?" She grins, resting her chin in hand. "Nah. Seriously, Robin, Niko just mentioned it to me a few minutes ago. I'm not spying on you, for Frond's sake."
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Robin's smile curls into a pointed vee of playful suggestivity, even as his hands reach for the drink just set down in front of him, toying with the stalk of celery sticking out of it.
"What, no camera in the bedroom, recording my every action for surveillance purposes? Pity."
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The elf doesn't need an information source to know this. She had the same rule when Robin was her roommate and she can't imagine the elder Leandros putting up with company any more than she did.
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"Who said anything about company? You think that anyone on earth could avoid touching this for long? I enjoy masturbation. It's sex with someone that I love."
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Instead, she takes a longer drink from her glass before replying with raised brows, "Even less incentive to monitor your activity, Robin. Thanks."
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"Enough about me-- though I assure you, we shall return to the subject eventually --how's tricks with you?"
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The elf helps herself to a bagel but pauses, glancing at him askance. "So really, I should be asking you how your weekend was."
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"Enlightening. Irritating. I could list at least forty adjectives, but shall refrain for both of our sakes. Suffice it to say, should I ever meet Niko's birth mother through the machinations of this place, I will take great place in quite thoroughly bitchslapping the fucking shit out of the woman. You won't arrest me, will you cupcake?"
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"No, I won't." Honestly, it's amazing she's gone this far without doing so. But that's for another evening to consider. "I've heard enough about Sophia to turn the other cheek, actually. But for the sakes of all concerned, it's better she never shows up here."
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He lifts his own drink again, rim pressed against his lower lip like a comma.
"Better that she doesn't. On to something more pleasurable, you should come over more. Eat with us. Nobody ought to eat alone if company is available. It's depressing."
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"I visit a lot, actually," Holly replies. "It's just usually during the day, which I know isn't your thing. Sometimes Nik invites me to lunch." She drinks from her first glass, the second still untouched, and smiles. "Besides, it sounds like you're forgetting I've got Artemis for a roommate."
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He greets her brush-off with no small amount of congenial exasperation and a roll of the eyes, but drinks what's in his tumbler before grabbing hers and, without a breath, draining it as well; as far as good moods go, Robin's is demonstrative. Giving a small sniff, finally staring down the bagels and cream cheese:
"Day is my thing. I'm diurnal, I'll have you know. I just have a tendency to be at work during it, because I'm busy evenings. And also, that pup Artemis is like, eight years old. What company is that, eh? Please."
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