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[ Her face flattens. This is where she could really use a cigarette. Her eyes dart around the place for a non-smoking sign and decides it doesn't matter when she reaches into her clutch and draws one out. She lights it. ]

I can just hear the disappointment oozing from your voice.

[ She can't really tell if he's genuinely curious or not and that's probably how he wants it. It's not like she's one to be thrilled by the idea of a getting to know you trivia bonus round at the end of their dinner because chances are she wouldn't hear him over her chewing. Hey, maybe they can make it through this if they just ignored each other in favor of the food on their plates! That was becoming the plan now anyway, wasn't it? ]

[he shrugs one shoulder, kind of wishing he had some nice soft bread to chew on or something...they have fancy bread at these fancy places right? Then again he doesn't want to eat and drink so much he loses it...he flicks his gaze to her, holds it]

It all depends on you. I'm not gonna pressure you into anything, but it could be fun to play a game, is all. It'd be boring to just sit here and stuff our faces.

[not getting out of this that easily faye]

[ She'll return his gaze from behind the screen of smoke billowing off her cigarette and lean back in her seat. ]

Okay, so what are you dying to know about me?

[ There's a chance she might fib on the answers to humor him, or perhaps the alcohol has loosened her up enough that details are spilled of which she'd never willingly divulge. It's a gamble, but it won't be entirely for naught should he chance it. ]

[what does he want to know? there are a few subjects to range from, but that meager portion is narrowed down to a couple more she might answer honestly.

time to just break the ice...it's like they're surrounded in ice, actually.]

If you were stranded on an island, what would you take with you?

[ Out of all the questions he could ask, he goes and asks a dull question like that. Faye had higher expectations. She's also not surprised. ]

Really? Okay.

[ If you were stranded on an island...

A grunt. She didn't want to have to think about her answers, Badou. ]

I guess I'd bring some kind of soap, my gun, nail filer, and a book or some cards to play with.

[ Obviously, she's not taking this very seriously. ]

No knife? Soap's a good choice.

[that's such an uninteresting question he asked, isn't it. he has a bit more of the wine as he contemplates what else to ask]

If you could see yourself doing anything else, what would it be?

[oof that's a deep one, Mr. Nails]

[ She stops to think about it again and then adds, casually: ] Yeah. A knife too. [ Because a gun would become pointless once the ammo is gone, wouldn't it. ]

[ Her hand reaches for her glass about the same time as his, and when they both draw them in for a drink, Faye will pause to watch him. She can tell he's mulling over something while she, too, is considering what to ask; the rim of her glass pressed to her lips just as Badou places his back on the table and asks another question.

She stops, thinking about her answer, before swallowing down another sip. When her glass joins his on the table, she lets out a sigh. ]

Anything that isn't chasing bounties. [ But more seriously: ] I don't know. I wouldn't mind being the CEO of some multi-billion woolong company where I don't have to work very much but I can reap all the rewards.

[ A satisfied smirk appears, as if pleased with her own answer. She takes a drag off her cigarette. ]

What about you, huh? Are you happy with what you're doing now?

Kind of sounds like that's too easy. Where's the challenge?

[that's a bullshit answer, he can tell. oh, he can tell she'd like that, in a dream come true kind of way. but it doesn't quite...sound right.

but there's the problem, again, with this pandora's box he's opened. willingly. his shoulders curve in on his body.]

Am I happy with my shit? Mmm, who is? I've still got a lot of things I have to do before I can figure out what to do next. Actually, I haven't even thought of that..

[ Perhaps it was bullshit but Faye's an excellent bullshitter. ]

There's more challenge in that then, say, finding a rich man to marry and taking off with his money.

[ Because that's the ultimate dream. One she could easily obtain if she wasn't so set in her ways of independency. She'd have to feign love and care towards someone she felt nothing towards (because most if not all rich men were old and unattractive) and the very idea of dealing with a relationship was last on her list. The added thought makes it sound like more work than she'd care for.

Then again, you could always find someone you actually love, instead, Faye. ]

And what kind of things would that be?

[ She then asks him, taking one last drag off her cigarette before putting it out. Do enlighten her, Badou. At least while she still sounds interested. ]

Only long enough to kill him. And make sure he's got no heirs who are twice as old as you.

[and that's the ticket-- tying up all the loose ends. there are too many in a plan like that, its not as easy as the movies. shame.]

I'm trying to find out what happened to my brother. Aside from that, not ready for the level 5 sad backstory.

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Sounds to me like you have a few worthy tips up your sleeve.

[ That earns him a wink. She'll be sure to keep it in mind in the case she ever does find a wealthy old geezer to kill. But what he says next will reduce her expression to something more genuine; her gaze scrutinizing. ]

Is he missing? Or did he di--

[ Oh, look! The food has arrived. Perfect timing. And even Faye seems too distracted at first to continue prodding him about his brother so maybe you lucked out there, Badou. ]

[wow he really dodged a bullet, maybe. and maybe the wave of nausea that had wafted up upon mentioning his brother could be stuffed down with all this grub. his mouth twists into something resembling anticipation.

the food's warm and it looks great and he's excited]

Oh man I can't wait to stuff my face.

[ Faye can't wait to stuff her own face either. In fact, she might have beat him to the punch when she immediately goes for her fork the moment her plate touches the table. An almost violent stab into the center of her meal and it's a generous amount she dramatically twirls onto her utensil that she then proceeds to shove into her mouth.

Like a true lady.

This continues on for a minute -- Faye is quiet, outside the muffled moans of face-stuffing, paying little to no attention to her date because the food is to die for and she's been starving.

Badou probably figures he's in the clear at this point. She's long forgotten about it, favoring pasta over learning more about such-and-such. Her hand darts out for her glass of wine, drawing it back and downing the remaining contents. Some more chewing, swallowing, clearing of the throat. She lets out a pleased sigh because damn this is good. And then she looks at him. ]

So what were you saying about your brother?

[ WELP ]

[he'd taken at least .2 seconds to watch her stuff her face (a little dreamily) before he, too, speared an entire mound of pasta to swallow.

which he promptly nearly chokes on at Faye's reminder. like a little noodle slides down his throat, with some air, whole, and all the hacking in the world can't save him. thankfully there's wine. it sure goes down easy, too! face flushed and still heaving, he finally earns his voice back]

My brother? My brother. My brother, right.

[suddenly he doesn't like this turned around on him. he actually never likes it, not unless its a scary warning to some idiot who shouldn't go nosying into things...]

He uh, he was killed when I was a kid. During a job. I'm trynna find out what happened.

[ For a second there, Faye's convinced she might have to perform the Heimlich maneuver. But just as she might have reached over and asked if he was okay, she watches him drink his wine and gain some kind of composure and she rests back in her seat again.

That wasn't what she was expecting despite nearly assuming his brother had died just moments before. Needless to say, she's experiencing a ping of guilt for asking. It shows on her face in an expression of solemnity that contrasts dramatically to her usual nonchalance. ]

Do you have any leads?

[ Faye's not a detective but she's listened to enough of Jet's babbling about the ISSP and past cases he's been appointed to that sometimes it slips up. She's not trying to pry but she's also not going to act like she didn't just dredge up bad memories for him. ]

I've found the....you could call him the tool for the hit. And what pulled the strings...but I'm at a end end as to what to do next.

[he keeps his tone light, even as he picks at his food, moves it around on his plate. gaze down but nowhere at the same time.

it's all useless, what he's found out. horrifying and useless. he feels useless. all over again]

It'll work out. I've been waiting a long time, I can wait a bit more.

[ She's made a mistake. That's her first thought at least when there's a noticeable decline in Badou's usual temperament. And she finds that she can't quite pull her eyes away from him long enough to realize that the glass she's drawing to her lips is empty. She sets it back down and starts picking at her own food, unsure of what to say.

So there's a silence that lingers, blanketed by muddled conversations and cutlery against dinnerware. This took an unexpected turn, and yet-- ]

If you need it. I'll help.

[ She won't quite look at him unless she notices him shift in her peripheral but she's being sincere. ]

[oh...that's sincere. it isn't that he didn't expect it but he didn't expect...the offer, and the solemn, attentive way she listened to his sob story...so Badou's quiet for a moment, reflectively, shocked, humbled maybe.

she may not look at him but he stares at her, expression open and awed]

Thanks....thank you. That means a lot, I know you're a busy gal for my sob story.

[ Just focus on the pasta, Faye. There's no need to look up and-- well. Too late. She's looked. ]

Oh. Uh. It's nothing. Don't mention it.

[ Like, don't mention it ever again. Maybe. She's feeling sheepish beneath his gaze like that, as well as lacking confidence in what influenced her to say that to begin with (though she meant it). Blame it on the alcohol.

She clears her throat. ANYWAY. ]

How's your food?

[she's embarrassed, he's a little embarrassed about choking up a little there, it all works out. But the genuine smile he grants her when she finally meets his gaze, though-- nothing embarrassed about that.

ANYWHO!! back to the food and the big gulp of wine he now takes, finding his throat a little dry]

Pretty damn good for what our mutual buddy's gonna pay. What about yours?

[ Faye offers him a smile in return -- something diffident but genuine. Relaxed. She plays off the lingering awkwardness by stuffing her mouth once again, at the same exact time that Badou turns the question on her. ]

Mmph! Hmph fffhm mmuh oof.

[ She stops to chew, swallows, and then reiterates so that he understands: ]

It's great. I'll have to mention it to Gren, seeing as he's so thoughtful to pay for our dinner like this.

[ Her smile remains, although it appears more like a smirk now. She should've ordered more. ]

We're gonna get the biggest damn dessert to really stick the knife in deep aren't we?

[he's so so relieved and sappy sad stories make him hungrier too. so he digs in heartily once again, really cutting into that steak and doesn't bother to slather it with any sauce because it doesn't need it-- also it'd be moot in a fancy place, right? he'd probably get kicked out!]

[ She forgot about the steak, and seeing him gobble up a chunk of it has her reaching over across the table to get herself a piece. Enjoy that glimpse down her cleavage seeing as she's not even mindful of how much it's spilling out of her dress when she leans forward. ]

Great minds think alike. [ A wink, and she'll sit back in her seat while stuffing her mouth with the hunk of meat, chewing and chewing and chewing before nabbing the dessert menu to look it over. ]

You know, we should order some food to go once we're finished here. Gren would want us to make the most of this date, don't you think?

[ Which clearly meant getting as much grub out of this as possible instead of, you know, basic human connection (which was the point to begin with). ]

[if his eye could get any bigger at that glimpse of boobage it'd pop right out of his stupid head. thankfully it doesn't, and he also doesn't choke on his meal. he does enjoy the view, though.

he leans over, then, to get a better look-- at the MENU! don't be crass.]

He'd want us to really, really enjoy ourselves, because he's such a great friend.

[ Whether or not he's been trying to be subtle with his eyeballing, Faye will catch him sneaking a peek and smirk amusedly. She'll tilt the menu down which also happens to open up a greater view of her bosom.

And maybe that's on purpose. ]

It seems you're enjoying yourself quite a bit over there.

[ She's calling you out, Badou. ]

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GOSH I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT

that's okay boo no worries no worries!! <3333

;; you're the best

no YOU are

it's clearly you

no it is you to infinity and beyond

that's cheating!!! but it's ok i still luv u

=u= <33333333

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