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[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. ]

Uhuh-- well you know, how--how can I not with such charming company?

[words it like a question because uuHH she knows he's looking and
no she can't not be slapping him in the face....life isn't logical...]

[ There's mirth in her laughter as she picks up her glass of wine. She takes a sip, eyes locked on the redhead, and places her arm on the table. When she leans her weight forward, her breasts are pushed up and made to look even more pillowy -- again, perhaps on purpose.

She idly swirls the contents of the drink around, a thin eyebrow arched curiously, her smirk widening. ]

See something you like?

[ Geez. She's being awfully flirtatious all of a sudden... ]

[it is kind of all of a sudden...is she that lit? is she playing with him? all Badou knows is he's suddenly feeling very hot under the collar, and he'd almost physically tug at the collar of his stark-white fancy shirt.]

What's not to like? Bout a beautiful babe, a delicious expensive dinner...

[ She might be a little lit. Perhaps there's a glint in her eye that's telling of her true plan... or maybe there's actually nothing to be suspicious of at all. This was just Faye settling into genuine feelings of enjoyment. It's not like the night has been all that awful so far. The meal was delicious. And whether she cared to admit it or not, Badou provided rather pleasant company, even if he spent most of it ogling her chest.

She gives him a smile. ]

You're too kind-- oh. [ Faye stops and blinks, her smile dropping a little. ] You have a little something...

[ She gestures to the side of her mouth, implying he had a piece of food there on his face. Her body leans forward again and she motions him to meet her halfway. ]

Here. I'll get it for you.

[he can't hear much aside from the roar of blood in his ears and the thud of his heart-- how soft her breath is as he leeeeeans in, her soft, melodious voice. he's got to be dead or something...no way can this be real...no way, this is real
no way this IS REAL THIS IS REAL NO WAY!!!

his eye flutters shut like he were in some romcom, his lips pucker for her soft, sensual....]

Go ahead, take whatever.

[ Dreams really DO come true, don't they, Badou?

It's just too bad that he's about to be crudely ripped from his fantasy when what appears to be Faye reaching for a napkin is really her reaching for the half-full glass of water beside them that -- you guessed it -- she is definitely pouring over his head.

She leans back with a hearty laugh that snowballs into an unstoppable fit of laughter.

Okay, yeah, she's absolutely lit. ]

[he was blissfully warm and dare he think fuzzy for all of two seconds before ice water over his head and veins just, ruins that. Brings him back to reality like the horror of some Eminem song and the white boys of 2003.

Her laughter rings in his head to accompany the quiet chuckles and hushed whispers of the people around them. His face and soul do a real, true journey as he changes enough colors to make any camouflaged animal jealous.]

Right.

[his mouth stretches into a grin, his now extinguished cigarette falls to the carpet below as he gets a forkfull of pasta and flings it right into her open cleavage]

[ It's right at the point of her hysterics that her eyes are blurred with tears and she's completely unsuspecting to the heap of pasta that's flying and now smacking against her chest with a mighty but sloppy force. It stickily clings to her skin but just the slightest bit of movement means the noodles are slithering their way between her breasts and it feels gross.

She's frozen in shock at first, painfully mindful of the shocked/amused reactions that now form around her. ]

You... jerk...!

[ She spits out through gritted teeth. But there's also what sounds like a laugh that chases after her words. The type of laughter when someone is so angry that their window of tolerance shatters and all they can do is laugh to keep it from going haywire.

Faye's eyes hurriedly dart around the table for what to grab -- and then she spots the steak. That juicy, tender slab of meat that she doesn't exactly want to waste but feels it's necessary in this case. So she reaches over and grabs it, squeezes it in her hand, and quickly swings it back before smacking Badou across the face with it. ]

[badou has about a second to bask in the victory of his seeming revenge until that steak smacks him and lays him freaking flat across the table. he crashes into the surface, rattling and toppling their dishes and the rest of the booze. stars and planets and boobs spin across his vision while he's down there in defeat.

he's not going to be outdone completely, though. he may have lost the battle but the war isn't over yet. still spinning and simmering in humiliation (a familiar taste), he picks himself up, wobbles over to a nearby table, and picks up a nearby patron's plate of shrimp something-or-other.]

You don't have food allergies, right?

[and he flings the shrimpies off the plate and right into Faye's face]

[ Faye's pleased with the near-K.O. she's just inflicted on him, stopping to look at the steak that's still gripped firmly in her grasp before taking another bite. Because hey, it's still salvagable. And while she's relishing the taste (added flavor of Badou's face), she doesn't catch his revival and the move he makes towards another table.

It's too late to answer with something snotty because right as she turns to look at him, shrimp is raining down on her -- smack after smack of cold seafood against her skin. She makes the mistake of opening her mouth and one flies in, getting sucked down her throat hole and causing her to choke until she manages to spit the piece out.

She unleashes a growl and peers over her shoulder where a couple was innocently enjoying their food (and now the spectacle at hand). One of them has a large salad that's barely been touched, so she shoves her hand inside, almost taking the bowl with her, and starts hurling it at him.

Whoever the salad belonged to liked a lot of dressing so the shit is going EVERYWHERE. ]

[he knew it wasn't over; it isn't over till it's over. the salad dressing is the worst kind: thousand island. it reeks, it goes up his nose, he sneezes and huffs and yuck its in his eye too!!! he scrubs at it with the heel of his hand, furiously, furious.]

It's really on, isn't it.

[nearby, another gaping couple. another ruined meal. this time it's something with scallops-- what's with the people and seafood here? this guy clearly wanted to get lucky. he is not. because faye and badou are her and if they can't have fun, no one else can.
the redhead takes the scallops in rice (sick..) and tosses it at her right back, aiming particularly at her chest too]

You bet it is, baby.

[ The rice is sticky and it clings to her much like the pasta from his previous assault and god it's so gross she almost wants to scream. All she did was drench him in water and this is the payback she gets: a cleavage filled with a sloppy mess of pasta and seafood because apparently that's Badou's singular target in this war. What he doesn't realize is that it supplies her with ammo, so he may see her digging inside her dress but that's only to gather up enough in her hand to fling right back at him.

( Meanwhile, management is looking like they're about to explode and are stomping their way over. )

Faye moves on to a different table. A plate of garlic bread goes flying in Badou's direction, plate included, before she spots something that's even better. Messier. ]

All right, now you're asking for it.

[ As if he wasn't the moment it all began. Let's be real here, Faye is too. She grabs a plate full of food, walks right up to him, and --- Badou's head, say hello to this big ol' heaping plate of penne burgouise because she's dumping it all over you!!! ]

[apparently sea-ful boobs is his fetish, get a life, Faye, get with the program. he's momentarily distracted by the fishing that she's doing and all, not to mention he wants some of that soggy garlic bread for later, that's on the list--

but it's when his hair is coated in this crap that he shrieks, half a laugh and half in disbelief. it slops into his eye again and down the collar of shirt, and if you thought water on a white shirt was sexy just look at Badou now.

still cackling, almost madly, he searches the tables for the nearest idiot with spaghetti. there's always one]

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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death in 3, 2, 1

any last words, Badou?

please bury me face down w/no underwear so ppl can kiss my butt one last time

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