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[doubleoohbaby]

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[hexappeal]

If you play your cards right. [She thinks she's as funny as he thinks he is, it would seem.]

So, what do you plan on having? I'm thinking two and a half pots of coffee and carbs. I'm still feeling that alcohol from the night before last.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Wow so mature.]

Eggs. Bacon. Possibly a load of pancakes as well and plenty of black coffee. Sounds like a balanced breakfast to me. [Hey he's getting plenty of protein and carbs needed for his manly diet ok.]

[hexappeal]

[He's no better!!]

Quite an appetite you've worked up. [She bumps her hip against his, just enough that he can feel it.] Anyway, about that. I might've panicked a touch and got completely smashed. I'd brought Bruce along to police my drinking, but I guess I threatened to turn him into a dove, so he let me keep drinking.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Holding the door open for her when they finally reach the diner.] You chose the least forceful bloke to try and keep you from misbehaving. [Failed logic.]

[hexappeal]

I chose the kind that would do his best to keep a promise and sooner faint than take advantage of me. Not that I'd do anything stupid. [Even Han's will wasn't so strong that if she were drunk and all over him that he might not do something he'd regret. He was secretly kind of a pushover...

She enters the diner with a slight nod of thanks toward him, waiting for him to find a place for them to sit.] Does that make sense?

[doubleoohbaby]

Could have gone for Mitch. At least we know he's gay. [James just doesn't trust any dude not to take advantage. Well, he just doesn't trust, full stop.

Anyway, picking a spot the other side of the diner, away from the main entrance and in good view of it. Paranoia, man.]

[hexappeal]

Mitch is always busy and he's asexual, not gay. I think Nathan would have encouraged me to drink more. [She doesn't seem to mind his paranoia and probably would have chosen the same spot, if not by the window. She usually likes sitting by the window, or on patios.]

Anyway, pretty sure he's gay. Bruce, I mean. [She moves to sit across from him, but stops short and slides to a spot beside him.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Seeing as she's chose to sit next to him, he's just going to have to put a hand on her lap rather than play footsie.]

I figured he was just a blushing virgin.

[hexappeal]

[She lifts her leg in acknowledgment. Just enough that it can be felt moving.]

No, he's "not interested in that," basically. Seems to harbor a healthy crush on Han, though.

[doubleoohbaby]

You certainly know how to pick them. [He's not judgin' though, man. He is all good with her having healthy friendships with dudes so long as sexing stays out of the equation.]

[hexappeal]

I know. [She won't mention Daimon, though. Not because he flirted so heavily with her, but because he was hot-tempered and she could only see it going down with them beating the shit out of one another over literally nothing. Ugh, angry magic guys.] He's a decent guy, though. Not quite my type, too scrawny.

[doubleoohbaby]

[James reaches for the menu on the table despite the fact he's already made up his mind.] Which is why you're so glad for such a hunk to finally return.

[hexappeal]

Don't make me embarrass you in public, honey. [She just leans over his shoulder and reads the menu from there. She was still pretty set on pancakes, toast, and all the coffee they had, as strong as they had it.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Tilting it towards her, because really, he's not actually looking except maybe glancing at the pies. He's being a fatty ok, don't judge.] How kind of you to warn me, sweetheart.

[hexappeal]

[Coincidentally, that's now what she is peering at. She won't get one, but if he does she will pick at it.] Anytime.

[doubleoohbaby]

[But he won't share. She is not allowed any.]

How drunk did you get?

[hexappeal]

Oh, now you ask. Let's see, I... [She looks up at the ceiling, more ashamed than she might let on.] Threatened to turn Bruce into several animals, cried several times, did some karaoke, and teleported him and myself into the East River instead of my house -- twice. If that's any indication. [She doesn't mention how much crying or how she was red and poofy and just upset. Ugh.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Even with the whole crying thing (he feels kinda bad but again, couldn't be helped) James can't help but smile, nodding over a waitress for them to place their orders, his own being exactly what he'd said, black coffee and all.]

Sounds like you owe him an apology.

[hexappeal]

[She knows he couldn't help it. It was only mentioned because... well, it was the truth. When the waitress comes over, she gets exactly what she said she was (but strawberries with the pancakes, of course) and her coffee black. She'll pick a bit of sugar from the packets herself, maybe.]

I did the morning after. I think I tried to spoon him a few times, but he was pretty mortified by it.

[doubleoohbaby]

Poor bloke. You've probably traumatised him, you know? [James could only deal with such treatment because he is hard wearing and also just glad to be in bed with her.]

[hexappeal]

No, I'm certain I did. If he isn't gay, he's weirdly asexual. I didn't really care, though. I just didn't want to be alone. At that point, I was afraid you weren't coming back at all and I was ready to go into a downward spiral.

[She realizes that it sounds like she might be trying to make him feel guilty, so she kind of shifts again, pressing her arm tightly against him.] I really need to learn to cope better. Though I guess I managed nearly two weeks without doing anything stupid, so...

[doubleoohbaby]

[He leans into her comfortably, head twisting just enough to peer at her and an arm sliding about her waist.] Look, I'm not going to go anywhere without telling you first. If, for some unknown reason, I don't want to talk, I'll text or leave a letter or something. Don't immediately assume I've pissed off because of you. Neither of us want you doing something you might... regret. I'll do my best to return the favour as well.

[hexappeal]

[She feels comforted, but she hates that she needed to feel that way at all. That he thinks that she is that upset (which she was, but that's beside the point.).] You could have been ported out. It didn't seem like you were, but it had crossed my mind. I didn't want to go through that again.

[doubleoohbaby]

[A grunt, slightly dismissive.] If I get ported out, I expect you to move on. You're not to be blamed if I show up again a week or two later. [He doesn't want her hanging on, he's more used to the idea of dying and no one caring. Thanks MI6.]

[hexappeal]

That's not how it works. Even if I wanted to, that's not how it works. [She's quiet, since they're in public, instead choosing to voice her feelings on the matter by curling closer.]