On recent events and disorder in Luceti

[redjacketthief]

 Princess,

You knew it would happen sometime. You knew it and I knew it. Things will work out--trust me, and trust them. Sometimes I honestly wonder who's worse about that, you or me.

Recent interactions, choices, abductions, and this event should help make a few things clearer for everyone. Us especially. I need to get back to work, and I hate missing this chance. I'm going to make an opportunity for us...and I know everyone will reach an understanding before our little job. Trust me.

...okay, maybe it's not so little. But It will be fun!

Now, you focus on yourself. You have a few big opportunities coming up, you have work to be done, and you need to adjust to the current orders you have been given. It takes time to adjust. Everything takes time. When everything is settled, I'll make sure that you get a nice, hot mulled cider.

Hey. I can do that.

Comments

[naturally_harmonius]

Mulled cider? I haven't had that before.

[redjacketthief]

It's your regular non-alcoholic cider that's been heated and had various spices infused in it. It's a great drink for this time of year, and my Princess is a sucker for apples.

[naturally_harmonius]

It sounds delicious and natural. I appreciate anything that has been naturally produced. Nature gives us so much.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Think I'd take a cold one over that any day. But that's just me.

[He got more out of the message than that - he just thinks it isn't his business to pry all too much. It's something between the muse and the mundane, anyway.]

[redjacketthief]

[He appreciates the discretion.]

See, she likes those, but it's a little unwise for her to go out and get a bottle of Crispin or Woodchuck with her current state of life affairs. I'm not going to push her.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Good idea. I guess that means more for you.

[redjacketthief]

Nah. You see, I'm more the type for a vodka martini--shaken, not stirred.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Unfortunately, the connection to Bond is lost on him. An eyebrow arches over the lens of his shades.]

Right. I'm sure you are.

[No teasing grin or heavily sarcastic remark there, but one gets the sense he already has formed an impression of what kind of guy Lupin is.]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin has similarly formed an opinion--and he's determined that he likes this man.]

What? Vodka martinis aren't your thing?

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

I like my vodka neat, but it's not exactly my drink of choice.

[Puts him out like a light, it does. When some good laughs are had, sometimes one forgets how much they've had to drink. He's never been stumblingly, droolingly drunk, though - it'd be unacceptable when a shit-ton of FSA soldiers looked up to him. And, well, there was the matter of his own dignity, too.]

[redjacketthief]

Oh? What is your drink of choice then?

[He had a few ideas, but the soldier seemed like the kind of guy who liked a few beers--or a hard cider every now and again.]

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Good guess.]

Beer's good. Tastes like gold after a day full of some old bullshit.

[redjacketthief]

Oh, totally~

[He was more of a cocktail man, but he could see the appeal.]

Tell ya what. You and me, at Mastry's next Friday. I've been dealing with a lot of bullshit lately, and it sounds like you're no stranger to it. There's nothing quite like hanging out in a bar and sharing a few laughs.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Sounds good to me, if you're picking up the tab.

[Hurrhurr. Just playing around. But you're inviting him, right?]

[redjacketthief]

Oh, who said anything about a tab?

[Because. Thief. Sometimes he can't help himself, especially if he's drunk.]

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Hold on a sec, guy. You aren't suggesting that- - ]

...Are you kidding?

[Requesting confirmation. Standing by...]

[redjacketthief]

...maybe~

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Egh, didn't he say he's trying to get away from bullshit?]

Look, I don't know who you are, but if you're looking to pull some dumb ass, sophomoric stunt, you can count me out.

[redjacketthief]

Okay, fine~ We'll go through the front door on this.

[Seriously, man. He thought you were fun.]

[bionically]

[Let us not mince words, good sir!]

Is shelling out a few bucks that much of a problem or are you really just a cheap bastard?

[His tone is not aggressive, though.]

[redjacketthief]

[Oh, dear. This is becoming oddly familiar.]

..I don't like playing by the rules. I've been playing by them way too much lately.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

I think you'll like it hell of a lot better than landing your ass in jail.

[redjacketthief]

Sorry. Jail cells can't hold me for long.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Maybe. With a head like that, I don't know how they'd find a cell big enough for you.

[You've just got cockiness all over you. Okay, okay, he can be a bit guilty of that too. Shhh.]

[redjacketthief]

Smart man!

[He grinned, now putting on a show for the stranger, and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.]

Forget next Friday. Why not now?

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[You better not have taken that as a compliment, 'cause it wasn't one, you.]

What's the hurry? Just dying to meet me?

[redjacketthief]

[he had just twisted intended insult around into something he liked.]

You remind me of some people I know in this game my Princess decided to toss me in. Besides that? I'm just looking for a good time.

[bionically]

[Good ol' Loops.]

Aren't we all.

If you start screwing around, you're on your own, and you better believe it.

[The left side of his body is all sorts of achy today and he just needs to chillax. Don't give him trouble, yeah?]

[redjacketthief]

All right, all right~

[Because chillaxing was more important that pushing the legal boundaries anyway.]

Just let me have my smokes and we'll be cool.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Don't blow smoke on me and you've got a deal. If I smell like an ashtray tomorrow, I'll know whose butt to kick.

[Kind of kidding about that ass-whoopin'. Well, sort of.]