Married to the dead (Open)

[Mooka]

“He’s about 5’10, 215 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, missing his lower right leg about four inches upwards from the foot-“

The man rubbed his chin while his arms were crossed his chest, staring down at the body while the description was listed off to him. “Alright, that’s good Phillips.” He cut the man off short of what he had been expecting, and there was a look of slight distain written across the younger man’s face. He gave a small sigh, and stayed silent, waiting for any further questions or instructions.

The two walked under the yellow caution tape that marked off a small area of the street, and a few police cars were stationed around the front of the building to make sure only those who were supposed to be here were allowed inside. Nate nodded to one of his fellow officers before climbing the small steps inside the home.

The place was in shambles as soon as you entered; obviously it had been abandoned for quite some time. Cobwebs were strung from rusty light fixtures, the walls were cracked and you could see from room to room in some occasions, and the place reeked of dust. The younger man led the older up two flights of untrustworthy stairs to a nearly empty room. Outside, they pulled on some blue latex suits over their street clothes and slipped on some rubber gloves to match.

Laid out on the floor was the said victim. He was lying face down in the middle of the wooden floorboards; his eyes open in a state of shock. Though other than the man, the room matched the rest of the house, and there was not a trace of blood to be seen.

Nathaniel bent down in a squat next to the body, touching the side of his neck with two fingers. There were two holes bored into the man’s skin

One pleasure about his job was that he was never the first to arrive on scene. Talking to witnesses and setting up a perimeter were skills he did not have or didn’t prefer to use. He just got to waltz right into the scene, get a quick little summary and then go on from there. Though he still liked to have some fun with it all, and try to deduct what had happened before anyone told him many details. You had to find rays of sunshine when working with such morbid scenes day in day out.

“So...hrm died of blood loss, about eh two, three hours ago, human, age roughly mid thirties. Who found him?

“Couple of kids

“That’ll teach him…” He sorted, smiling slightly at himself. He stood up and wandered around the room a bit. “So obviously some type of paranormal attack; looks like they sucked all of the life out of him. Anything else?”

Phillips flipped through a small notebook. “Uhm yeah that’s all we have. They entered through the front door and left that way as well. The man’s name is Richard Brooks, local checkout man at the grocery down the street. Looks like he was locking up and then was attacked and his body was left here. Seems like he was dead when he arrived though.”

“Well take bite mark impressions of the ones on his neck, could come up later. They seem like rather hasty bites, so I’d assume the vampire is young or just inexperienced. Also, claw marks on his chin: mark those and scrap them as well. Could be some DNA evidence and run it though.” Nate nodded, rubbing his chin. There were so many unsolved cases like this one, and it was rather a shame that the victim and their family never gained any justice or comfort. Killers seemed to be running rampant through the streets lately, and they had just recently pumped up security, but it obviously didn’t seem to help this poor victim. Though there had been less reports of robbery lately; always a plus side.

Once the man had scribbled down what he said he nodded and called in a few other people to take over notes, drawings, and evidence, while Nathaniel leaned up against the wall and watched over it all. Occasionally he had to help yelling: “redo those, are you in bloody kindergarten?” or “what the hell am I paying you for?”, but for the most part the night was quiet.

The team had finished cleaning up and recording in a few hours, and the night was spent now. It was around eleven, so still early enough for sleep not to be an option on a Friday night. The inspector nodded a few good byes to a few men and women on is team as they began to take down the police tape, and locked up the building in case it needed further examination in the next week or so. As what to do next though, he had no idea.

Usually he’d go home and watch some T.V or read before going to bed, but tonight he didn’t really feel like being alone. A drink at his favorite pub sounded better; maybe he could get chatting with someone. Yeah that sounded better.

With a small swivel, he changed which way he was walking and began to stride off down the dark streets.


(( Feel free to jump in however you’d like xP ))

[Hadrian]

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Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

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It has been said that being blonde will give you extra favors from people. It has been a symbol of enormous beauty throughout the years. However it does not matter of what your hair color is, provided you know what you want. Bodicea is the sort of person who knows what she wants in life, as well as where and how to get it.


It wasn't hard to get things you want, or crave, just providing you know how to get it; she used a very uncomplicated approach, knowing exactly what she wants and using all her energy, creativeness and resolution to get it, as well as being certain that she will get whatever she is after. Because... well, she just will in the end. That's always been the way things work out. Bodi had a tendancy to think and act bigger than others would normally dare; the ambitiousness of her schemes and idealism sometimes daunt those she is associating herself with, but if she meets with setbacks she will thrive on the adversity.


Tonight she was using creativeness to get what she wanted; which was a few drinks, and if she was lucky, some good conversation.


Then of course, she loved people watching.


So do you, don’t lie. Yes, you, the one in the back, pointing at yourself and shaking your head in disbelief. I know you love people watching, because everyone does. Still not sold on the idea? Let me put it in perspective for you: when you’re on the subway, what do you do? Look around you, see people. When you’re sitting outside at a café, what do you do? Look around you, see people. When you’re, oh, I don’t know, sitting on a barstool in a crowded pub, sipping on a vodka and cola, what do you do? Look around, se—okay, have I made my point yet? Moral of story: like it or not, you people watch, and you enjoy it too.


Bodicea was enjoying it.


Well, from what she could see, anyway. Situated at the bar, dressed in a plain white singlet, light blue skinny jeans, and a pair of shin-high black heels. She had the hips, the breasts, and the blonde wavy hair going for her, as well as a set of full lips, and smokey eyes.


The bartender – or bartendress – obviously was the type of person who didn’t care how old you were as long as you gave her an acceptable tip. At one point, Bodicea had tried to pull on one of her dreadlocks after she’d swallowed the entire contents of her last vodka and coke, but she continued to serve her faithfully. In return, Bodi tipped her, maybe even a little too generously.


The music was loud here, deafeningly loud. A vintage-looking jukebox sat in a corner on the other side of the pub, not far away from three pool tables set up beside one another, and a very small space of a dance floor. A young man, not too far away from where Bodicea was perched was leaning heavily against the bar, trying to vociferate above the pounding music towards another bartender; a woman with an olive complexion and wire-rimmed, red glasses, who was leaning equally as close, straining to hear his drink order.


She could even feel the vibrations of the fast pumping music beats against her skin. Bodi felt like a beam of electrified light, she had so much energy. The tips of her fingers were tingling with pent up enthusiasm for life. It was almost like she couldn’t wait to start experiencing everything. She should start drinking more often.


As her eyes danced around the bar, she could not keep a smile from her face as she tapped her fingers in time to the music. Music was contagious. Like a bad cold, it infected everyone who heard it. Even if you didn’t like a particular song, chances were that if it was popular, you knew the lyrics. Already Bodi had caught the disease, and was bouncing along to the beat. Her eyes swept the pub, observing different people; couples, groups, even a few flying solo. She stopped looking as her eyes met another guy; tall, tanned, in his mid-thirties, wearing jeans stained with what she assumed was cement mix, a ribbed tank top and a pair of boots. He had scruffy brunette hair, and a dimpled grin. Was he a bricklayer, perhaps?


In a matter of moments, he was at her side. "Hallo," he spoke with a slightly slurred accent she couldn't quite place.


"Hey there," Bodi smiled at him, swiveling in her chair so she could look at him. "How are you?"


"Ah, 'm alright now that I ged tah talk teh you, Dear."


Bodicea smiled at the guy, uncertain of how to respond, so she thanked him.


"Now I waz jus' wund'ren ef you'd mind ef I asked you fer a dunce?"


A few seconds later, Bodi had accepted the offer, and had been practically hauled off of the bar stool, and lead towards the small dance floor, as the musical beat vibrated through the floorboards. Bodi found that if she moved a certain way, she got a tingling sensation in her belly, and so she made the dance move her main one. Hopefully it wasn’t going to end up hurting her in the long run – what if she dislodged my appendix? – but at this point, she didn’t really care. Sorry, mind is closed. Too busy having fun.


The guy twirled her around very smoothly, considering they were each decently intoxicated, and tipsy by now. Bodi felt graceful, but this was after three vodka and cola's too, so opinions may vary. They guy talked to her throughout their little dance, while Bodicea would respond with something along the lines of "uh-huh" or "oh, that's cool" from time to time.


Bodi felt confident. As she twirled on the dance floor, she could feel the energy and sense of freedom that flowed from her body. His eyes were aglitter, with fireworks and barely contained energy as she danced to the music. Bodicea incorporated her own style of rhythmitic moves into the music, as different lights created strange patterns and colors to intermix with the small crowd of the pub, distorting the shapes - or perhaps that was just an effect all of the alcohol that she'd consumed. She was now completely immersed in the world of hot beats and rhythm.


Once the song ended, the guy - he might be Scottish, she decided - thanked her, kissed her palm, and staggered off to his friends, leaving Bodi free to return to her seat once more. But this time, her seat was taken. With a small pout, she glanced around her person, and spotted another free seat, beside another guy, who - from behind anyway - looked to be in his 40's, with broad shoulders. She approached him, still smiling widely after her dance. "Hi, sorry," she leaned in to grab the guys attention. "Is this seat taken?" she pointed to the bar stool beside him.[/color][/size]

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+ NOTES xx Hope that it gives you something to go with

Btw here's a linky to her clothes

linky to her shoesies

++ TAGS xx Mookykinz! [/glow]

[Mooka]

You could hear the music blaring out of the open door from block away. This section of town was alive day and night; with shopping centers and boutiques dotted around pubs and nightclubs. Competition was fierce among them all; so there were different themed weekends offered by certain places ,or a special regular’s discount at some. While some catered to a specific group of people, and others were broad. Just the everyday economic factors of want playing along in the world. Though the main point was: there were so many places to choose from. Choosing just one place to spend your night was often hard.

Over the years Nate had picked out his favorite hotspots, and hardly ever strayed from them. The pub he headed to tonight just had something special about it. Whatever night he had gone; which honestly wasn’t all that often; there were always new people. Of course there were a few regulars he had come to know. T was one of them, who also happened to be here at the moment. The woman was probably in her mid twenties, and was from Sudan, but what stood out with her was the color of her skin. It was the most beautiful shade of brown that you could ever see, and her dark eyes and hair only added to her overall look. They had chatted more than a few occasions and he’d found out she was an aspiring reporter with the love of Greek. Though for the most part; you never saw the same person more than twice.

With his hands snug in his pockets, he walked into the pub, tiling his head forwards slightly to look around for a place of his own. The place was surprisingly busy, and there were hardly any seats open. He sat himself down in one, with a free one open next to him, and a biker looking man to his left. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips, and the man just gave him a small head nod.

“Pale ale please.” He leaned over and said to one of the bartender once he got his attention.

It didn’t take long till he got his drink, having made little leeway with the man next to him. He took the glass in a hand and sipped it quietly; looking around for someone else he could spark up conversation with.

Nathaniel was in mid sip of his drink when a younger looking woman leaned in next to him and asked him a quick question. He set the glass down and wiped some foam off from his upper lip with his hand with a small hint of embarrassment. He wasn’t quite sure if he was embarrassed because he was speaking with a stranger, or because what the stranger looked like. There was no lying or any perverted about him saying that she was very attractive. Her hair and skin were both a lovely pale color, and her facial features were soft yet playful.

“Ah, well I do think so, yes.” Nathaniel pressed his knees towards each other slightly so he wouldn’t obstruct her path to the seat before addressing her again. “I’m Nate. Can I ask for your name? Local perhaps?” Just because he was rude to this coworkers didn’t mean he knew nothing of manners.

(( Sorry if my drink lingo is lacking x3 ))

[Hadrian]

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Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

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“Ah, well I do think so, yes.” Bodicea smiled in mild amusement as the man appeared to stumble on his words, perhaps as a result of feeling flustered, or maybe some level of intoxication. It could have been either, in a place like this one.

Thanking the man kindly, she pulled back the bar stool, and hopped on, pushing herself forwards so that she could lean against the counter of the bar, and take a better look at him. He was clearly middle-aged, medium build with greying hair, blue eyes, and a light tan. It was difficult to tell how tall he was, but judging from their seated-height, he would stand over her by a few inches. So far, the guy beside her seemed friendly enough, and with luck, he might hold good conversation too.


Glancing at the drink in front of him, all she could tell was that he drank from a pint glass. “I’m Nate. Can I ask for your name? Local perhaps?” he initiated a conversation.


"I'm Bodicea," Bodi smiled and held out her hand to shake his. "Local, yes. I work - " a barmaid walked by, catching her attention briefly. " - vodka and coke, please - as a "computer surgeon" of sorts. I deal with technology; re-buiding equipment and machines, mostly fixing and dismantling things all together." A drink was put in front of her, so she paid for it and wrapped it in a loose hug between her palms. "Technology, it's fun." She grinned, taking a sip of her beverage. "What about yourself, Nate?"

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+ NOTES xx Sorry it's so short! D=

++ TAGS xx Mookykinz! [/glow]

[Mooka]

Bodicea, now that was an uncommon name if he’d ever seen one. Though it was familiar nonetheless. No he hadn’t met another Bodi before, but her name had sparked up remembrance of a history lesson back when he was younger. It was exactly the same name from what he could remember, but she was Quean of Iceni, or something along the lines. God it had been years and his memory was a bit rusty. Though he was sure the woman wouldn’t want him to start rating on about some old figure in history that vaguely resembled her own name.

Nate stuck out his hand to her own, clasping her dainty palm in his, giving her hand a firm shake. Afterward, he placed his hands on the bar and intertwined his fingers together while giving a side long glance at the woman behind the counter as Bodicea addressed her; asking for another drink. There was no judging involved, but he wondered how many drinks the woman had had already. Not that he cared of course! Just wondering.

The man sighed slightly wondering what was going on with his thoughts today. He was just more than happy that he had not said any of this aloud to her. It would have caused him quite a spell of embarrassment.

A brow rose upwards as she explained what she did for a living, not really seeing her as the computer type to be honest. A bit stereotypically speaking, he’d seen her more as some type of coffee worker or with an internship at some fancy cooperation. So she was pretty, and incredibly smart with opportunities ahead of her. Nate was a bit unsure what to say and at this moment he couldn’t stop himself from speaking his mind. “Would never have guessed that by looking attcha’.” He paused for a second and pursed out his lips, wondering if that was rude, but decided against it. However, if she said anything about feeling offended he’d readily apologize. “An’ is that like self-employed, or do you work for somebody? And don’t you get lonely talking to computers all day?” One could never ask too many questions!

“Essentially, I’m cop, but I mostly just deal with the more elaborate crime scenes.” He shrugged grabbed his glass and taking a large swig before placing the glass down on the bar again and smacking his lips together. ‘Are you what’s the polite term…a paranormal? I’m not before you ask.”

(( Hope that gives you something to work with. ))

[Hadrian]

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Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

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“Would never have guessed that by looking attcha’.” Bodicea chuckled, her lips quirking into an amused smile. What had he expected? PA? Receptionist? Model? Massage Therapist, maybe? Nah, none of the above. She was acustomed to the blonde-stereotypes. It never bothered her.

A cop though; that seemed to suit this man. At least this Nate guy did seem to hold good conversation. Perhaps that was due to a good decade or so questioning suspects.

“An’ is that like self-employed, or do you work for somebody? And don’t you get lonely talking to computers all day?”

"It's a pretty big company," She leant over the bar, hips swivelled towards her new aquaintance. "It's not a bad job, really!, I enjoy what I do."


Taking yet another sip, she regarded her drink briefly. After her first two drinks, Bodicea had begun to feel tipsy. After her fourth drink, she was sufficiently inebriated, but in a pleasant way. Bodi enjoyed being drunk, but not to the extent that she would do it every night. Unlike many males she knew, she was not an alcoholic. By this point in the night, she was sitting on the bar stool, swivelling her hips to and fro, with her legs crossed under her. Good thing she was wearing jeans, for if she’d opted for her usual attire of flowing skirts; she probably would have been in big trouble by now. No, on nights she knew she was going to be out having a drink, she dressed appropriately.

Bodicea was what you’d consider a ‘fun drunk.’

When inebriated, she became incredibly amiable and outgoing, even more so than she already was. Although she was one of those people who might be thought of as, ‘the life of the party,’ it may have a tendancy to screw her in the end. For example, although she was normally fun-loving sober, she would never do something like, pull a barmaids hair because it looks like rope. When toasted, the sky was the limit, unless she was required to go to the moon, for she’d do pretty much anything intoxicated. She was thoroughly surprised she hadn’t gotten in trouble for it yet, either with the law or with herself. She thought that after a night of partying, waking up in her own bed – or at a friend’s house – really surprised her. She half expected to wind up having to locate her pants from the room of a guy she didn’t know, rushing then to the nearest drug store to purchase the appropriate barrier mechanism. Every night that this didn’t happen, she awoke feeling relieved but confused. She guessed she should just thank her lucky stars that her drunk self was either a) unappealing or b) still smart enough to make the right choices. Without sounding too stuck-up, she knew she was lovely, so she'd decided to go with b most of the time.

Bodicea mentally acclaimed the man for his forwardness in asking whether or not she was a paranormal (his polite term). Like being asked for her I.D. while buying alcohol on the weekends, it was almost just as much of a flattery if someone was bold enough to actually ask.

"I'm a technopath," Which probably explained why she was so good with technology itself. Enjoying his bold answer, she decided to reward him with a little insight, seeing as he seemed the curious-type anyway. Leaning forwards, she spoke as if she was telling him something very private. "Think of it like there are lots of modified techno-organic virus-like body restructuring machines inside of me. I can partially merge with technology - technopathically control it with my own brain. It extends to every piece of technology. I can even interface with communication satellites and wireless connections to increase my "range"." Talk about over-kill. She probably went a little overboard with information sharing herself. But then again, she was quite intoxicated.


"But a cop! Far more interesting. Now," she took another sip. "What's that like? Is it like on crime shows? How often do you catch "the bad guy"? Have you ever been shot?"

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+ NOTES xx Hope this was alright! Took me ages to get it started, but now that the computers semi-behaving right now I was able to post it.

++ TAGS xx Mookykinz! [/glow]

[Mooka]

It was easy to see that Bodicea had had quite a few drinks tonight. She found great amusement in the ability of her chair to swivel back and forth. He couldn’t help but smirk at giddiness; she was acting like a child at the counter of a candy shop. Rather amusing.

“It’s not a bad job, really! I enjoy what I do.” Nate grinned and nodded his head, glad that she enjoyed what she did. It was also good to see young women excelling in the math and science departments, outdoing men in their own work and showing them up. It was good for society’s egotistic males.

Technopath? His brows shot up with curiosity, unsure with exactly that meant. There were so many different species of paranormals popping up everyday that he couldn’t keep track of them all. At first there were just vampires, werewolves, and banshees back home in London. Here, years later, there were aliens of all sorts, angels, demons, ghouls, and now technopaths. Nate had given up a long time ago of memorizing all of them. On their crime team there was a kid specialized in knowing how to tell the difference between all of the species. He was an abnormal himself, using one of his ‘magic powers’ to somehow figure that out. It had been explained to him once how his powers worked exactly, but his memory of small things like that and birthdays were easily forgotten within his busy mind.

Nathaniel nodded thankfully as she went into an explanation of what her title meant, as stated before; he had absolutely no idea in the slightest what that meant.

Giving a small grunt and a nod in response, his brows shot up being impressed by what she had said. She sounded like she was some sort of robot in a human guise that spoke with computers and streetlamps and would eventually free them all or rule over the world. Though both his fabricated ideas seemed just a tiny bit too imaginative to be real. Being more serious, her skills seemed to be very helpful and pretty darn powerful if you thought about it. In today’s age, everything was done electronically paying bills, buying things, national security. “You’d think that people would want to be hiring you all over the place?”

Hate scoffed and shook his head, laughing slightly. Being a cop was interesting? Hardly! “Most of its jus’ paperwork honestly, dealing with grumpy higher-ups and pissy employees.” He snorted giving a small shrug. Though of course he did truly love his job for the most part. There were a lot of negatives to it but helping people really was worth it all and even comforting the families with some justification made him feel better. Though now-a-days things were getting out of hand. More and more murders and disappearances were occurring that couldn’t be solved. Killers left almost no traces of evidence behind them, and the ones who disappeared, no remains or even people witnessing their disappearances could be found. Something very fishy was happening in this city.

Nate couldn’t help but laugh as the intoxicated girl asked if he’d been shot before. “Only once, though I have to admit it was technically my own fault. He reached up and tugged the neck of his shirt and coat down a few inches exposing the area around collar bone where they were a round slightly divided mark. “Hit the bone though, glad it didn’t get to any organs. And that my friend is why you should never cover some poor bloke with a sob story’s shift

“You know…” He trailed off pointing a finger towards her. “You’d be pretty helpful in the law enforcement if you ever get bored with your current job. Not that’d I’d pressure you or anything hell of a hard job that consumes your young life. Actually wouldn’t suggest it in the slightest, ignore what I just said.”

Nathaniel knew he was talking a lot, but Bodecia seemed more than obliged to listen and chat back with. “Do you chat up every person you meet on a Saturday night?

[Hadrian]

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Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

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Bodicea was enjoying herself very much. That much was obvious from her body language, speech, and the topic of conversation. It was not every day she would volunteer so openly the details of what she was and what she did as a proffession. One thing which was stressed to her when she first applied for the job was A that if she was to leak any sort of information to the general public, she would be "terminated". Though to this day, no such threat had been carried out, obviously.

'You’d think that people would want to be hiring you all over the place?' Bodi blushed slightly at the comment.

"Truthfully, I've had a few job offers. But I'm under a contract at the moment so for now I'm stuck with this." She was more interested in learning what it was like being a cop now, anyway. "So not so much shooting the bad guys or throwing them in jail?" She asked, taking another sip, and uttering a small hiccup. "My parents work as a lawyer, and a chef. Well, papa quit working as a chef once I was adopted. They thought that having two parents working full time jobs wasn't the best thing to do. But still, being a lawyer still isn't as interesting as arresting the bad guys."

For example how many lawyers get shot? Wow! Collarbone too. "You're very lucky!" She gushed, reaching over and gently stroking the raised scar just below Nate's neck. "Not for being shot, of course. 'Cause you're alive, obviously." She added quickly in case there was some misunderstanding of her words.

With slightly unfocused eyes, Bodi's gaze followed Nate's finger, realising that he was pointing at her. "I've thought about applying for other jobs," she admitted. "But it's a complicated contract." Her teeth bit into her bottom lip lightly. "But," her mood lightened as quickly as it dropped. "Glad you think that highly of me, even while I'm drunk."

Light laughter rang through her lips as Nate then asked her if she enjoyed chatting uo every person she met on a Saturday night. "You think I'm chatting you up?" she stopped chuckling, realising she may have offended him. She did continue to smile though, patting his sleeve. "Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I just don't get asked that very often. You don't seem that worried about it though. I'm not talking to anyone else, either. If that answers your question."

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+ NOTES xx Dang, this looks rushed I just wasn't sure what to put. What else should we put? Perhaps they talk more about their personal lives? Nate should get drunk

++ TAGS xx Mookykinz! [/glow]

[Mooka]

Bodicea didn’t seem to want to discuss her job in detail at the moment, so he wouldn’t pry about it anymore. Jobs were usually rather boring subjects, but Bodi seemed to be rather interested in his own. Nate snorted at the stereotype, now they were both even on that front. “Nah, nothing of the sorts really. Most of the time its jus’ dealing with pain in the arse kids and stuff.” He shrugged and ran a finger around the brim of his glass before taking a few gulps, a warm bubbly feeling from the drink mixed with a good conversation from a beautiful lady.

‘Well I tip my imaginary hat off to your dad, trading in his gender role. Especially when he had to take care of the likes of you, bet you were a wild kid. Adopted did you say? Sorry to pry.” Though she had said that, so it wasn’t like he’d just scratched at a closed wound or anything.

As she touched his scar he faked a look of pain, laughing at his antics, finding himself rather hilarious at times. Especially when any small amount of alcohol or women were involved. “Lucky?” A brow hot up before she explained herself and he let out an ‘ah’. “Well could be a zombie mind you. Never know.”

“Chatting up can be a general term, did really mean it in any particular way.” He waved a hand as she apologized. “Don’t matter to me if you mean to offend or not, just speak your mind. Though I might be slightly disappointed if you were chatting with someone else behind my back.”

Nathaniel frowned as he tilted the glass back, but nothing came out. He set the empty glass down on the counter and cocked his head to the side to give her a proposition.

“Oh. You know I just bought a nice stock of tequila for…special occasions.” He laughed, sure that his comment sounded a little creepy. He usually had a nice collection of alcohol for when a few closer members of his team came over. Alcohol seemed to help them think, and it helped them all cope with the stress. Apparently it was also handy for inviting drunk friends over to get even more shit-faced.

“Unless you’d feel more comfortable going to your place, or no place at all?”

“You dating someone? Once again, not trying to sound creepy or make any advances, just curious.”