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basic_powers) wrote2011-01-12 01:49 pm
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Seattle, the invitation for Dinah
He is a man of his word, and one more than capable of figuring out how to get people in and out of his world with little issue. That's why he and Dinah emerge from the third stall of the Unisex bathroom of the Seattle Public Library. It's clean, quiet, and most importantly of all, devoid of security cameras.
"Be this portal ever so humble."
"Be this portal ever so humble."
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Dinah just gives Melta a smile over her drink.
"Wow, you really weren't kidding about the drinks being great here."
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"Food'll be out in a few, I'll send Jasil up with your order when it's done."
"Thanks Mel."
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Dinah's frowning a little bit, because she's used to old wounds playing up, but to incapacitate someone that badly sounds like it hasn't healed right at all.
...not that she has any medical knowledge at all.
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With that Beauford rolls up the bottom of his shirt, even in the flickering lights, Dinah can probably see the three big circular scars and the lines connecting between them, one just under the ribcage, the other two further down along his side.
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"...Ow."
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"Yeah. You, ah...can kind of see why I didn't make it into the Olympics."
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What? He said he'd use bad humour as a defense mechanism.
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"Ah-hahahaaaaa..."
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"Better finish that drink. I hear mixing painkillers with alcohol is awesome."
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Talking of engines, she's already refueling hers by taking a piece of tempure right off the plate before it's fully set down.
"Nice to meet you."
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"Yep, the one and the same." Beauford supplies, rolling with it as easily as anything. "She wanted to visit Seattle."
"Well such a gentleman for a cousin. You know if she's half as much a tinkerer and engine freak as your uncle is, I might let her peek under Lilac's hood."
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"Errr...we ran into some trouble getting here."
"Don't tell this peh you walked all the way here from your apartment. Puppy...it is a dangerous neighborhood you live in."
"Jasil..."
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She's pretty calm about it; it wasn't exactly a big deal.
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"Hrmmf." That is not a believing look from the peh.
"...and on a happier note, tell me there's some of Garrison's jalapeno and cheese cornbread left." Beauford, notably making a u-turn in his facial expression, from embarassed to mildly flirty begging.
Complete with what can only be described as a hungry puppy look.
"....you are a shameless beggar, Puppy." Jasil smiles. "I'll see if there's any left."
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"Sharing can be arranged."
She's certainly already 'sharing' much of the food he ordered for himself
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"Mhmmmm...care for another round of drinks?"
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"This is so great; I haven't been to a place like this since college."
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