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[She's been here like two days and she already has an Inmate. Even if it's a temporary pairing, she still wants to do her best.
Though she has no idea what Angel looks like, so she does some quick network sleuthing to get his number.]
Hey - Angel, right? I'm Jesse. It looks like we got paired this month. Did you wanna meet up and talk about it, see where we wanna go with it?
Though she has no idea what Angel looks like, so she does some quick network sleuthing to get his number.]
Hey - Angel, right? I'm Jesse. It looks like we got paired this month. Did you wanna meet up and talk about it, see where we wanna go with it?
[Angel hasn't done this before, and he wants to set things off with the right tone. Meaning he wants to make it very clear he ain't some push over.]
Nothin' ta talk about, toots. How 'bout I just stay outta your hair and you stay outta mine. Easy. Don' need a babysitter.
[He uses his boredest and least interested tone possible, hoping to scare her off.]
Nothin' ta talk about, toots. How 'bout I just stay outta your hair and you stay outta mine. Easy. Don' need a babysitter.
[He uses his boredest and least interested tone possible, hoping to scare her off.]
[She can work with an attitude. Her tone is dry, not cruel.]
I'll only have to be a babysitter if you're gonna be a brat about having someone on your side to look out for you.
I'll only have to be a babysitter if you're gonna be a brat about having someone on your side to look out for you.
I can look out for myself.
[There's a heavy sigh.]
But fine- if yah wanna talk so fuckin' bad, where do yah wanna meet?
Get this shit over with and then yah can leave me alone.
[There's a heavy sigh.]
But fine- if yah wanna talk so fuckin' bad, where do yah wanna meet?
Get this shit over with and then yah can leave me alone.
Thanks. Really feeling the love.
[Hey, who said wardens have to be nice too?]
Lounge sound good? If you're gonna have to get this shit over with I'll let you have a drink through it.
[Hey, who said wardens have to be nice too?]
Lounge sound good? If you're gonna have to get this shit over with I'll let you have a drink through it.
Get used ta it.
[There's a pause.]
Don' love how you're sayin' let, but I guess I can give you a few minutes. Long enough tah finish a drink.
[There's a pause.]
Don' love how you're sayin' let, but I guess I can give you a few minutes. Long enough tah finish a drink.
Cool. See you there soon.
[Honestly, she's getting the vibe that he'll chug his drink rather than sit there and listen to her, but at least he's willing to entertain the notion.
When Angel shows up to the upper deck Jesse's there to let him in; she's only five foot eight, all black in a leather jacket and jeans, and her eyes widen a bit on seeing him but that's the only real reaction she lets through.]
Woah.
[Honestly, she's getting the vibe that he'll chug his drink rather than sit there and listen to her, but at least he's willing to entertain the notion.
When Angel shows up to the upper deck Jesse's there to let him in; she's only five foot eight, all black in a leather jacket and jeans, and her eyes widen a bit on seeing him but that's the only real reaction she lets through.]
Woah.
[It's exactly his plan.
Looking down at the woman once he arrives, Angel flashes a dangerous grin with those sharp teeth, golden tooth glinting. His lower limbs rest on his hips, while his upper ones cross impatiently beneath his chest fluff.]
Woah's right, toots. Let's get that drink before I change my mind, mm?
Looking down at the woman once he arrives, Angel flashes a dangerous grin with those sharp teeth, golden tooth glinting. His lower limbs rest on his hips, while his upper ones cross impatiently beneath his chest fluff.]
Woah's right, toots. Let's get that drink before I change my mind, mm?
Sure thing.
[When should I start the countdown?
She'll open the lounge to let them in, and there's a moment of debate whether she should let him drink solo or not, but she quickly relents to ordering herself a beer as well. Maybe it'd make him feel more social as she perches on one of the chairs at the bar.]
Look, I don't know how long you've been here? But I got here like, two days ago. I'm still getting the hang of this, so. I wanna make sure I do right by you, while I've got you.
[When should I start the countdown?
She'll open the lounge to let them in, and there's a moment of debate whether she should let him drink solo or not, but she quickly relents to ordering herself a beer as well. Maybe it'd make him feel more social as she perches on one of the chairs at the bar.]
Look, I don't know how long you've been here? But I got here like, two days ago. I'm still getting the hang of this, so. I wanna make sure I do right by you, while I've got you.
[Angel leans against the bar top rather than sits. He tells himself it's so he doesn't have to crane his neck to look down at her.]
'Bout the same. [There's not much point in lying about that, but he feels pleased to be paired up with someone without as much experience. Means he might be able to get away with more.]
I know I'm cute and fluffy, but I ain't your pet. [He's on one person's leash and he's not about to find himself tethered to another now that he's gotten away.]
'Bout the same. [There's not much point in lying about that, but he feels pleased to be paired up with someone without as much experience. Means he might be able to get away with more.]
I know I'm cute and fluffy, but I ain't your pet. [He's on one person's leash and he's not about to find himself tethered to another now that he's gotten away.]
You sure? 'cos you're giving me A-grade bitch right now.
[It's wry, not cutting. She's aware she's giving as good as she gets, and if he's going to give then he's going to fucking get.]
I'm here to make sure no-one fucks with you. Alright? And if anyone tries, they go through me if they want anything from you. You're here for a bigger reason than I am, so I'm gonna work with you.
[It's wry, not cutting. She's aware she's giving as good as she gets, and if he's going to give then he's going to fucking get.]
I'm here to make sure no-one fucks with you. Alright? And if anyone tries, they go through me if they want anything from you. You're here for a bigger reason than I am, so I'm gonna work with you.
[Well, shit. Look at her. Angel can't help but smirk. That wasn't bad.]
Aw, you should see me when I get goin', this ain't nothin'.
[He looks her over pointedly, not exactly sure what sort of protection she's supposed to offer if he even needed it.]
I can get my hands dirty all on my own, I don' need yah for that.
Aw, you should see me when I get goin', this ain't nothin'.
[He looks her over pointedly, not exactly sure what sort of protection she's supposed to offer if he even needed it.]
I can get my hands dirty all on my own, I don' need yah for that.
[Respect's a two-way street. The smirk makes her let up a little with a lopsided little smile of her own.]
You're a strong independent woman that don't need no man, got it. But - just maybe - you're not gonna want to get your hands dirty. Maybe someone is being a jackass and you just... don't want to deal with it.
You're a strong independent woman that don't need no man, got it. But - just maybe - you're not gonna want to get your hands dirty. Maybe someone is being a jackass and you just... don't want to deal with it.
Damn straight~
[But it can't be that easy.]
Yah know, this is soundin' a lot whole like my pimp's pitch... [He says it with such a casual expression it's hard to tell if he's joking, and he sips at his drink while he lets her wonder.]
[But it can't be that easy.]
Yah know, this is soundin' a lot whole like my pimp's pitch... [He says it with such a casual expression it's hard to tell if he's joking, and he sips at his drink while he lets her wonder.]
[Her smile drops, but a raised eyebrow replaces it. Stoically unimpressed.
If he's trying to get a rise out of me, it's a good line. If he's serious, then... that's not a pretty picture.]
Just because mine gave me a gun, doesn't mean I'm gonna kill anyone who tries to hurt you. Seems like a good way to get demoted fast.
If he's trying to get a rise out of me, it's a good line. If he's serious, then... that's not a pretty picture.]
Just because mine gave me a gun, doesn't mean I'm gonna kill anyone who tries to hurt you. Seems like a good way to get demoted fast.
[He smirks at the reaction, all the more determined to keep her guessing. Back home there's not a fuck this side of Pride that doesn't know his face or Val's. It's not the sort of game he gets to play often.]
Lemme' borrow it, easy~ No blood on your hands.
Lemme' borrow it, easy~ No blood on your hands.
[Now the stoic face is because she's trying to hold back a smile of her own.
She checked with the Admiral. It'll be fine. But the hesitation she has when she goes to unholster the heavy-looking pistol on her right hip is real, even as she flips it around, holding the barrel by its strange blocky squares to offer the butt to Angel.]
Alright. Prove it.
She checked with the Admiral. It'll be fine. But the hesitation she has when she goes to unholster the heavy-looking pistol on her right hip is real, even as she flips it around, holding the barrel by its strange blocky squares to offer the butt to Angel.]
Alright. Prove it.
[Oh wow. Angel's face lights up as though she's pulled out a kitten and not a big ass gun. There's practically hearts in his eyes, and he eagerly takes it, inspecting it with hands that are clearly not unfamiliar with holding a weapon, checking it's workings and looking puzzled over its strange build and weight. It's a moment before he finally fixes her with a suspicious glance.]
Prove it like I can borrow the thing, or prove it like shoot someone?
Prove it like I can borrow the thing, or prove it like shoot someone?
[It looks like the bastard child of a six-shooter and a pistol, with no hammer for the obvious cylinder, blocky and dense.
And immediately Jesse feels a little bit mean about giving it to him, with the way he lights the fuck up.]
Prove to me that you can handle things without it if something comes up, and maybe we can talk about getting you your own.
[She reaches into her leather jacket and pulls out an ID card: it's obviously government, some federal-looking logo, but the picture on it is of Angel: a formal looking passport photo, with Department: The Lounge printed on it.]
I can find you with this, if you're screwing around. But if you start threatening people with it, I'm making sure your next warden knows you've lost your gun license. Fair?
And immediately Jesse feels a little bit mean about giving it to him, with the way he lights the fuck up.]
Prove to me that you can handle things without it if something comes up, and maybe we can talk about getting you your own.
[She reaches into her leather jacket and pulls out an ID card: it's obviously government, some federal-looking logo, but the picture on it is of Angel: a formal looking passport photo, with Department: The Lounge printed on it.]
I can find you with this, if you're screwing around. But if you start threatening people with it, I'm making sure your next warden knows you've lost your gun license. Fair?
[It's nothing like his preferred Thompsons, or Val's bedazzled babies, but it's unique enough that Angel's intrigued.]
Sounds a little like you're encouraging me ta go lookin' for a fight?
[Prove he can be a good boy. Not shoot some fuck in the face. He can handle that. Probably.
He frowns at the ID card, not loving the idea of this thing tracking him, but he guesses it's not all that different from Vox's cameras keeping an eye on him to report back to Val.]
You're either real confident or real stupid to hand me this before yah know what sorta person I am. [Rather than point the real gun he points his fingers in a mock gun shape, pointed right at Jesse. Could've blown her away just for fun if he wanted to. He thinks at least.]
...Fair. But go easy on the stalking, mm? Yah might walk in on somethin' yah don' wanna see.
Sounds a little like you're encouraging me ta go lookin' for a fight?
[Prove he can be a good boy. Not shoot some fuck in the face. He can handle that. Probably.
He frowns at the ID card, not loving the idea of this thing tracking him, but he guesses it's not all that different from Vox's cameras keeping an eye on him to report back to Val.]
You're either real confident or real stupid to hand me this before yah know what sorta person I am. [Rather than point the real gun he points his fingers in a mock gun shape, pointed right at Jesse. Could've blown her away just for fun if he wanted to. He thinks at least.]
...Fair. But go easy on the stalking, mm? Yah might walk in on somethin' yah don' wanna see.
You got that fluff in your ears too, toots? 'cos that's literally the opposite of what I said.
[Vaggie said you're not the "running around stabbing" kind of inmate. I'm holding her to that.
She shrugs, tipping her drink in acknowledgement before she takes a sip.]
Only one way to find out. I like to give people the chance to prove themselves - what you do with that is all on you.
[Vaggie said you're not the "running around stabbing" kind of inmate. I'm holding her to that.
She shrugs, tipping her drink in acknowledgement before she takes a sip.]
Only one way to find out. I like to give people the chance to prove themselves - what you do with that is all on you.
Prove I can handle shit without blowin' people's heads off, I got it, jeez.
[He does enjoy the occasional turf war though...
He makes a face at the overly moral view point. It's like he never left the hotel at all.]
What inspirational movie did yah steal that line from?
[He does enjoy the occasional turf war though...
He makes a face at the overly moral view point. It's like he never left the hotel at all.]
What inspirational movie did yah steal that line from?
Foster parents, actually. Granted, I didn't actually stick around to see if they'd follow through, but it's not a bad principle. People will say all sort of shit to your face and then do the opposite behind your back. I wanna see you prove you can handle it.
[Angel shifts his weight and sets the gun on the bar top, taking a long gulp of his drink.]
I still don' see why your opinion of me s'posed to matter. I know what I can handle. And I only play good boy for people who pay. I ain't gonna change my behavior for you one way or the other.
I still don' see why your opinion of me s'posed to matter. I know what I can handle. And I only play good boy for people who pay. I ain't gonna change my behavior for you one way or the other.
I mean, it's probably not. I'm definitely not paying. But your opinion of you matters. [She tilts his bottle at him.] And given your circumstances, I don't think it's as pretty as your outfit.
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