I really feel you, but maybe you should see if you can find a vid-rental tucked away in some corner before you resort to murder just yet.
How about services? I’ve got a well-practiced talent for making drinks. You can have your pick of the poison.
[The result of having 1) excessive time on his hands, 2) a drinking problem, and 3) a prodigious memory applied to the wrong things. It’s impossible to not indulge in the vices he can find here after almost a year of monotony and misery, so he’s been getting plenty of practice making a few black atlantics before a paranoia-ridden return to bed.]
[ She considers asking if you're offering services, how are you at head, but even she has to admit that's premature when she hasn't met the guy yet. One of these days her desire to be the fastest on the draw with a smart remark is going to get her in trouble here. ]
I'll take it. Meet at City Hall? I've always wanted to get pissed in a government building.
You've got good taste and even better ideas. Trust me, it's not overrated.
[He got sentenced to twenty years of space prison for literally having too much sex (that is, at all), most of it with professionals. He was also sentenced for a lot of other things, but still. He's pretty good at giving head. It's a point of pride.
[ Johanna does take her time preparing before she wanders over to City Hall. Probably mister rico.dredd is not going to murder her, but she didn't survive years in the Liverpool punk scene by going to second locations with strange men without mace.
Not that she has mace. Have to settle for a knife in her bag, clinking against the three-quarters-full bottle of gin and a couple of glasses. Not for the first time, she wishes she was any good at curses and shit like that.
At any rate, about an hour after her last message, she wanders into the empty lobby of City Hall. ]
[True to his word, Rico's already there. As if he wouldn't scope out the place?
He's already intimately familiar with the layout from his earlier investigations, and it's mostly to check out any suspicions he might have. Call it paranoia if you want. But even if you do, he's showing no signs of it. Rico's sitting back in a plush chair with his boots propped up on top of the reception desk, legs crossed. A plastic bag full of cocktail ingredients laying on its side. And his own little knife slipped into the side of his boot, because why carry one at all if you won't be able to reach it in time?
Rico cocks his head. 'Allo indeed. Now there's a brit-cit accent. He lazily rings the bell to catch her attention, a short, sweet little ding that rings out through the lobby.]
How can I help you?
[The returning voice is gravel-rough, the low rumble cutting through the distance between them like it's nothing at all. And then there's mister rico.dredd himself. A very amused-looking young man in his early twenties, wearing a garishly-patterned shirt and leather pants.]
Edited (nvm, found a better shirt) 2023-07-04 19:08 (UTC)
[ Well hello. Johanna grins and saunters over; she's 1000% more conservatively dressed in jeans, a black sleeveless top, and her long white trench open over it all. ]
I heard someone here was looking for some gin. [ She hefts her own bag and plunks it onto the reception desk next to Rico's boots. ] With some good conversation on offer.
[He glances over her outfit and face - less lascivious, more analytical. But she doesn't look half-bad at all. He could share a drink with her, maybe more if he plays his cards right. Taps his thigh twice with his other hand, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He meets her grin with a smile of his own, with a quick flash of teeth.]
Rico Dredd, at your service. Johanna, right? It's a nice name. Suits you.
[Johanna Constantine. Rico looks very pleased with himself. Thank you, anonymous, for letting that tidbit slip.]
Like I said. A reputation’s not a bad thing to have.
[Rico avoids the question with a sly, sly smile that turns a little more casual as he eyes what she’s pulling out. And he can’t quite help tracking her movements as she hops onto the desk. Hm, confidence. He likes that.]
[Ah. The second comment he’s had since coming here about it. Ha ha. But he’s trying to flirt here. So instead of what he really wants to say - I guess stupid questions really do exist - he just says this mildly, eyebrow raised;]
What can I say, other than it’s mine?
[But it's fine. It's not like Rico knows the difference between confidence and arrogance, either.]
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judgementcrime) wrote2000-06-14 08:30 pm
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Another American? Just my luck.
[ Roasting and pigtail-pulling is like flirting, right? That's what they told her on the playground. ]
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Oh, come on. We're not that bad.
You tend to have bad luck with Americans?
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Where are you from, then?
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So not without our own reputation, I'll have to admit.
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And speaking of…
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Yeah, the gin. Got anything interesting to barter? I'd kill a man for some decent reading material. Even a movie or something.
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How about services? I’ve got a well-practiced talent for making drinks. You can have your pick of the poison.
[The result of having 1) excessive time on his hands, 2) a drinking problem, and 3) a prodigious memory applied to the wrong things. It’s impossible to not indulge in the vices he can find here after almost a year of monotony and misery, so he’s been getting plenty of practice making a few black atlantics before a paranoia-ridden return to bed.]
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I'll take it. Meet at City Hall? I've always wanted to get pissed in a government building.
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[He got sentenced to twenty years of space prison for literally having too much sex (that is, at all), most of it with professionals. He was also sentenced for a lot of other things, but still. He's pretty good at giving head. It's a point of pride.
Much like a lot of things about him.]
I'll be there.
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[ Johanna does take her time preparing before she wanders over to City Hall. Probably mister rico.dredd is not going to murder her, but she didn't survive years in the Liverpool punk scene by going to second locations with strange men without mace.
Not that she has mace. Have to settle for a knife in her bag, clinking against the three-quarters-full bottle of gin and a couple of glasses. Not for the first time, she wishes she was any good at curses and shit like that.
At any rate, about an hour after her last message, she wanders into the empty lobby of City Hall. ]
[ Loud and echoing: ] 'Allo 'allo 'allo--!
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He's already intimately familiar with the layout from his earlier investigations, and it's mostly to check out any suspicions he might have. Call it paranoia if you want. But even if you do, he's showing no signs of it. Rico's sitting back in a plush chair with his boots propped up on top of the reception desk, legs crossed. A plastic bag full of cocktail ingredients laying on its side. And his own little knife slipped into the side of his boot, because why carry one at all if you won't be able to reach it in time?
Rico cocks his head. 'Allo indeed. Now there's a brit-cit accent. He lazily rings the bell to catch her attention, a short, sweet little ding that rings out through the lobby.]
How can I help you?
[The returning voice is gravel-rough, the low rumble cutting through the distance between them like it's nothing at all. And then there's mister rico.dredd himself. A very amused-looking young man in his early twenties, wearing a garishly-patterned shirt and leather pants.]
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I heard someone here was looking for some gin. [ She hefts her own bag and plunks it onto the reception desk next to Rico's boots. ] With some good conversation on offer.
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[He glances over her outfit and face - less lascivious, more analytical. But she doesn't look half-bad at all. He could share a drink with her, maybe more if he plays his cards right. Taps his thigh twice with his other hand, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He meets her grin with a smile of his own, with a quick flash of teeth.]
Rico Dredd, at your service. Johanna, right? It's a nice name. Suits you.
[Johanna Constantine. Rico looks very pleased with himself. Thank you, anonymous, for letting that tidbit slip.]
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[ Sitting on the desk, she sets about pulling out the gin and the glasses. ]
Or have I gotten a reputation already? Wasn't even trying, for once.
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[Rico avoids the question with a sly, sly smile that turns a little more casual as he eyes what she’s pulling out. And he can’t quite help tracking her movements as she hops onto the desk. Hm, confidence. He likes that.]
It just means you’re interesting.
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[ Confidence, arrogance, to-may-to to-mah-to. ]
I don't think my name's the most interesting thing about me, though.
What kind of a name is "Dredd"?
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What can I say, other than it’s mine?
[But it's fine. It's not like Rico knows the difference between confidence and arrogance, either.]
I think it suits me. But that’s just my opinion.
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