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[broughtthegirl]

Zachary Hale  12/16/17 near Recolle

Starting this by saying the name on my damn profile is wrong. And yeah, already contacted technical support.  Anyway, the name's Booker DeWitt. Not exactly a fan of social networking, but plenty people use this, right?  I work for Recolle Metro as a Detective, but I'm extending my services to Private Eye work. Spread the word, give me a call, whatever piques your interest. Got ten years of experience and rates are fair.  Direct message me for questions or details.

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[originallutece]

Because if I /don't/ you're forever going to count it as a win.

[broughtthegirl]

You're assuming I don't already?
It's like you don't even know me, Ros.

[originallutece]

How on earth is that a win for you. It's not even a proper argument, you can't simply cite things like that.

[broughtthegirl]

Because it's been damn near four years, and you're still as reactionary as you were the day we met.

[originallutece]

Nonsense. You're infuriating; anyone with a lick of sense would react.

[broughtthegirl]

I wouldn't be so sure.
This kid commenting on my post says I'm pretty competent.

[originallutece]

Oh, well, if you've a child backing you up . . .

[broughtthegirl]

Boy, it really /is/ no wonder you're a taken woman.

[originallutece]

Sorry, is that meant to be an insult?

[broughtthegirl]

You'll take it how ever way you want to, Ros. You always do.

[originallutece]

[A little pause, then.]

Are you still coming by tonight?

[broughtthegirl]

Sure.
Just wrapping up at the precinct. I'll head over in about 30.
That good?

[originallutece]

Yes. Bring dinner, unless you want a pizza; it's far too cold for me to go out again.

[broughtthegirl]

It's /your/ turn for that, you know.
Fine.
What are you hungry for?

[originallutece]

Italian, if you want, though in deference to the fact it /is/ my turn, I'll let you choose your heart's desire.

[broughtthegirl]

You know it'll be burgers in that case, right?

[originallutece]

I'll learn to live with it for an evening.

[broughtthegirl]

Burgers it is.
I'll get your usual.

[originallutece]

The door's unlocked.

[And indeed it is, which really isn't safe, Ros, but yolo! She's waiting in the lab, essays spread out on one of the tables. She looks a bit exhausted, but it is finals season.]

[broughtthegirl]

[ Booker doesn't respond, mostly because he's already gotten into his car to grab dinner and head over to her place. And it doesn't take very long. In fact, he's there a bit earlier than intended, but at least he knows she's ready for guests.

He opens the door, closing it behind him as he calls out. ]

Ros?

[originallutece]

In here, Booker.

[She doesn't look up just yet. Rosalind offers a halfhearted wave with her left hand, her head still bent over her work. Perhaps she shan't look up until he bothers her; it's happened before.]

[broughtthegirl]

[ He follows the direction of her voice, approaching her while lifting the bag of food to show it. ]

Still burning the candle at both ends, hm?

[originallutece]

Always.

[The food smells good, at least, though Rosalind isn't certain how good it will taste, given Retrospec's latest present. Still, she'll savor what she can. Rosalind sighs as she glances up from her laptop, closing the lid and rubbing her eyes.]

I'll never keep up if I don't. Come sit.

[Boy, she wants some wine, but she's not cruel enough to drink in front of him. Oh, well. Rosalind gets up with a groan, stretching and then heading to her cabinet to grab them plates and glasses.]

[broughtthegirl]

[ Booker does as he's told, taking a seat with a sigh. He sets the bag down on the table to free his hands, which make way for the carton of cigarettes and lighter he always keeps. He takes out two, knowing that Rosalind will be expecting one. ]

You're on the fast track to an early grave if you don't dial it down a notch, Ros.

[ He lights the first one, holding it out for Rosalind when she returns to the table. ]

That, and I'm getting sick and tired of aligning with your shit schedule to get the work you need done.

[originallutece]

It's one project, Booker, don't be dramatic. And once you're done, you needn't align your schedule with mine at all.

[She takes the cigarette, settling in. There's still food to eat, but they can smoke first.]

Worried for me?