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[bprd_agent_red]

When Red walks in tonight he's not alone. He's escorting someone in a suit, the guy hanging on Red with an arm around Red's shoulders, and Red has him by the waist

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[rogueseraph]

A bony, avian alien in blue armor nudges the balloon-headed man in the side to get the over sized doll's attention.
"Your friend doesn't talk much," he growls conspiratorially to the yellow balloon, glancing sidelong at the large, red humanoid.

[bprd_agent_red]

"Nah, he's pretty unsociable. I thought getting him out might help but-- " Red gives a shrug.

"Hey, Jimbo! Guy's tryin' ta talk to you!"

Shouting at the dummy gets no response, and Red shrugs again.

"Some people, right?"

[rogueseraph]

"He's not an ass," Garrus says. "That's more than I can say for a lot of the people I know. They just don't have the gift of silence, I guess."

[bprd_agent_red]

"He's buyin' so I'm not gonna complain."

Red takes a drink of his beer and looks the other guy over.

"You know Jimbo. I'm Hellboy, people call me Red."

[fighting_mad]

There's a tall redhead sitting at the next table, sprawled across two chairs with her boots up on top of a stack of files beside an empty plate.

(Her poor mother did teach her that her feet don't belong on a surface that people eat off of. Unfortunately, Plourr wasn't the most obedient child.)

From the looks of the magazine that she's holding up high enough to read, she probably isn't doing much work anymore. The title declares it to be the spring 2007 issue of Guns and Ammo; the occasional snicker escapes from behind it. She's wearing a pretty nondescript outfit -- fitted trousers, knee-high boots, a loose green tunic, and a black vest, her hair pulled into a ponytail.

When the noisy shuffle of someone taking a seat at the next table reaches her, Plourr shoots an uninterested half-glance over the top of her magazine.

After a moment, she slowly lowers the magazine, her eyebrows furrowed.

[bprd_agent_red]

Red is chatting up his inanimate friend when he gets that feeling of being watched.

Glancing at the woman with the magazine, Red leans over towards the stuffed man and stage whispers behind his hand rather loudly, "Hey, Jimbo, I think she's checkin' you out."

[fighting_mad]

"Yeah. Because I like the strong silent type that much," Plourr drawls, deadpan, bringing the magazine down to rest in her lap.

[bprd_agent_red]

"Well, I don't know about strong, but he's quiet. And, he digs you."

Red leans back in his chair and jabs a thumb in the stuffed guy's direction.

The balloon sways a bit, it's squiggled on smile wide and dopey.

[hadyougoing]

Some distance away, a brunette in a silvery headband drifts to a stop.

And regards him steadily, a thoughtful smile spreading over her face.

[bprd_agent_red]

Red catches the look, and the smile, and isn't quite sure what to make of it.

He glances at his balloon headed friend, then looks back at the woman, head tilting slightly in question.

[hadyougoing]

Ava's smile brightens.

"Hey! Who's your buddy?"

[bprd_agent_red]

Red returns the smile, trying to remember if he's met her or not.

"This is Jimbo. He's uh, kinda quiet."

[a1enzo]

"Red!" Enzo pauses to take in the whole scene. "Wha... uh, who's your friend?"

[bprd_agent_red]

"This is Jimbo," Red claps the dummy on the shoulder, then snags and resettles him before he falls over.

"New agent at the bureau."

[a1enzo]

"Is he?"

Enzo is smirking, but honestly, he's not entirely certain Red doesn't mean it. This is the BPRD, after all.

[bprd_agent_red]

Red reads that uncertainty and he's going to play it.

"Yep, special division. I'm just showin' him the ropes, letting him know what's what. How're you, kid?"