[ When she speaks, it's in a rather neutral tone, perhaps leaning more towards monotone. ]
I can't seem to find our mutual friend.
I can't seem to find our mutual friend.
Apparently he's been redeemed. Praise the lord.
[His own tone is neutral, even if it feels like a punch to the gut right now.]
[His own tone is neutral, even if it feels like a punch to the gut right now.]
[ She takes a moment to answer while she digests what was already known but now confirmed, wherein within the silence he'll hear the tiny mewl of a cat. ]
You up for company and booze?
You up for company and booze?
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2021-01-18 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
So any special requests for dinner or are you going to let me surprise you?
Surprise me. I'm not picky.
What time do you want me there?
What time do you want me there?
Well, I wouldn't say no.
The lobby bar or did you have somewhere else in mind?
The lobby bar or did you have somewhere else in mind?
I suppose the location would depend upon the type of comfort you're wanting, Mister Butcher.
Yeah? What sort of comfort's on the table here?
Alcoholic sort aside, there are a few physical options as well. I have swords, guns, fists...
[ Talia allows the sentence to trail off, the ghost of a smirk haunting her features. ]
[ Talia allows the sentence to trail off, the ghost of a smirk haunting her features. ]
6:30 work for you? And you realize a surprise might end up being breakfast for dinner, right?
Sounds like you might want something more than just a fight, love... you don't have to be shy.
[There's a grin that comes to his own lips, playful, interested... it's a good distraction.]
I've got a bed and some drinks here... Seems a shame to venture too far from my suite.
[There's a grin that comes to his own lips, playful, interested... it's a good distraction.]
I've got a bed and some drinks here... Seems a shame to venture too far from my suite.
Mate, trust me. My dinner usually ends up being something frozen and microwavable. I won't complain. On my way now.
Ohh, Billy Butcher, I am anything but shy, da? There are no rules saying it can't be both.
What's your suite number?
What's your suite number?
[ Assured Butcher was on his way, Jim went about setting up the table for their little dinner. He thought wine might set the wrong tone, so he went with beers and water, and had ultimately decided on making chicken sandwiches and vegetables. It wasn't first class, but he thought he could do up a good breast. It seemed like good pub fare, at least, so it should be fine, right? Now it was just to wait for his guest. ]
[He gets there soon, knocking on the door and waiting for an answer. Not like Butcher is a picky eater, nor does he expect anything fancy. He's more interested in some company that's as normal as he's found here. At least Kirk isn't displaying any outwardly weird abilities, weird fucking blood transfusion or no.
Well, maybe the horns, but they're in fucking Hell. It's not that unusual.]
Well, maybe the horns, but they're in fucking Hell. It's not that unusual.]
[ Waverley's room, and one short of being her neighbor. Which is why she doesn't bother texting Billy back, because Natalia is now knocking on the door. ]
Hey, just in time, come on in. You're lucky - everybody else is out, though you will have to be okay with animals. And watch out for the fish.
[ He pointed to the rather ugly hell fish on a bit of furniture, framed by two pretty plants. The animals in question were two dogs and two cats, the latter of which seemed intrigued, but in an aloof sort of way as they were currently more concentrated on the kitchen and what was on offer there. ]
I hope you like chicken.
[ He pointed to the rather ugly hell fish on a bit of furniture, framed by two pretty plants. The animals in question were two dogs and two cats, the latter of which seemed intrigued, but in an aloof sort of way as they were currently more concentrated on the kitchen and what was on offer there. ]
I hope you like chicken.
I don't mind animals... had a dog back home, a cat here for a while.
[He eyes that fucking hideous fish skeptically though. What the actual fuck?]
Sounds good to me, mate. You spend a lot of time cooking?
[He eyes that fucking hideous fish skeptically though. What the actual fuck?]
Sounds good to me, mate. You spend a lot of time cooking?
[He gets the door-- and pauses a bit at the sight there, eyes taking in an appreciative look over.]
Now, that can't all be for me.
Now, that can't all be for me.
[ Instead of stating the obvious (she has bows on), Natalia quips -- ]
You didn't tell me we're almost neighbors.
[ And she juts a chin in the direction of her own suite, one door down. ]
You didn't tell me we're almost neighbors.
[ And she juts a chin in the direction of her own suite, one door down. ]
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Well, you never asked.
[There's a grin as he motions her inside.]
Come on, then. I promised you a drink... what's your usual poison?
[There's a grin as he motions her inside.]
Come on, then. I promised you a drink... what's your usual poison?
Mm. Touché. And vodka, please.
[ Per the usual routine, Natalia subtly catalogues his shared suite; exits, weapons, things that can be used as a weapon, personal details to giveaway his co-inhabitants. ]
Are we alone?
[ Per the usual routine, Natalia subtly catalogues his shared suite; exits, weapons, things that can be used as a weapon, personal details to giveaway his co-inhabitants. ]
Are we alone?
[Vodka it is. He excuses himself to the kitchenette to get their drinks. The suite is, for the most part, tidied up he thinks. He doesn't deal with much outside of his own room, never really left his mark on this suite. Getting too comfortable seemed like a bad idea.
But his room has been straightened, anything he's gathered to use as a weapon neatly tucked away for now.]
Yeah, the suitemates are out as far as I know. [He returns to her, offering her glass.]
But his room has been straightened, anything he's gathered to use as a weapon neatly tucked away for now.]
Yeah, the suitemates are out as far as I know. [He returns to her, offering her glass.]
[ She softly murmurs 'spasibo' while taking the glass and immediately knocking some back. While noting Butcher's drink of choice for future reference, Talia wonders -- ]
And who would the suitemates be, if I may ask?
And who would the suitemates be, if I may ask?
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