A cat appears between the two NYPD detectives. Out of nowhere. She sits primly on the paperwork inspecting the pens. On her collar is a tag that says, "Registered Familiar: Veena. FBI Cleared. Agent Trever Delvar. DMCM"
Esposito starts waving his hand around in a vaguely threatening fashion. He's either trying to scare the bird off or inhibit Ryan's view of the screen.
"Hey! Thanks, but I'm not Cinderella, here; I can manage without your help."
Neal makes a living off of 'interesting', so she'll find no complaints here. Not unless Peter walks through that door, but the conman is willing to play his bluff until that happens.
"Tell me," he calls to her, his voice pitched just loud enough for her to hear him and still sound smooth. "Are you a connoisseur, or the artist responsible for that fine display?"
"You're not shy about putting it on display either, I see."
He smiles amiably, standing from his seat. He fastens the middle button on his finely-tailored jacket and sweeps his hat up onto his head, leaving it at a jaunty angle. Then he picks up his wine glass and pockets his free hand, strolling to where she's sitting.
He noticed the 'sparklies', of course. They deserved closer inspection -- as did the young woman herself.
First of all, Neal would put a wager down on Ako's electronics being that of her choosing, rather than foisted upon her with little choice. Secondly, a tracking anklet cannot stand up against a raygun.
Third, Neal will always bow out gracefully to a beautiful woman in an attractive hat. Why compete with that when you could join forces?
This competition is called on account of a leading advantage in favor of Ako.
He's up in a flash, not even needing time to think about it first. Grabbing the cloth napkin off his table, he takes a few graceful strides over to her and kneels.
"I've got it, miss."
First, he carefully cleans off her shoes, respectfully keeping his hands below the ankles. They're nice shoes, and a lady should never be out a pair of nice shoes on account of a little spilled tea.
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The hat catches his attention as he goes by wearing a beautiful three piece suit with a hint of pinstripes, "Elegant hat."
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"Exquisite suit. That isn't from Dolce & Gabbana's spring line, is it?"
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He reaches for the hat and picks it up to admire the lines, his movements are quick and ever so polite,
"Beautiful color, not everyone can pull it off."
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He tilts his head on an angle.
"Where is that, Turkey?"
When Moist picks up his hat he leans back, spreading his arms along the back of the booth seat. It's a subtle movement, just hinting at territorial.
"Thank you," he grins. "I have the eyes for it, or so I'm told."
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"Uh."
He doesn't see an owner anywhere nearby.
"Shoo!" It's an experimental command. "You're sitting on my prime suspect."
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The cat, on the other hand, bats at his smartphone.
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"Hey, that is not a toy!"
Esposito glances at the cat.
"Making new friends, Ryan? You know, most guys try to pick up chicks of the same species when they're at a bar."
"Yeah, yeah, real funny."
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She's soon tapping away at one with her beak while using her tail to balance.
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Ryan lifts his head and helpfully interjects:
"Dude, you know you've got a bird on your phone?"
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Esposito starts waving his hand around in a vaguely threatening fashion. He's either trying to scare the bird off or inhibit Ryan's view of the screen.
"Hey! Thanks, but I'm not Cinderella, here; I can manage without your help."
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"Tell me," he calls to her, his voice pitched just loud enough for her to hear him and still sound smooth. "Are you a connoisseur, or the artist responsible for that fine display?"
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He smiles amiably, standing from his seat. He fastens the middle button on his finely-tailored jacket and sweeps his hat up onto his head, leaving it at a jaunty angle. Then he picks up his wine glass and pockets his free hand, strolling to where she's sitting.
He noticed the 'sparklies', of course. They deserved closer inspection -- as did the young woman herself.
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Ako's electronics run towards something that looks like it should be a flashlight and something that looks like a movie prop of a raygun.
Her drink it simple tea.
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First of all, Neal would put a wager down on Ako's electronics being that of her choosing, rather than foisted upon her with little choice. Secondly, a tracking anklet cannot stand up against a raygun.
Third, Neal will always bow out gracefully to a beautiful woman in an attractive hat. Why compete with that when you could join forces?
This competition is called on account of a leading advantage in favor of Ako.
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Ako's movement is somewhat less graceful as she goes by and spills her tea.
"Oh no."
New heights of heels (pretty much any, really) are being attempted today.
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"I've got it, miss."
First, he carefully cleans off her shoes, respectfully keeping his hands below the ankles. They're nice shoes, and a lady should never be out a pair of nice shoes on account of a little spilled tea.
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