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Moral Relativism; [ Husk ]
Topic Started: Jan 10 2013, 06:54 PM (317 Views)
Roberto da Costa (Old)
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Roberto da Costa had been genuinely enjoying his triumphant return to New York. Catching up with familiar faces was always enough to draw a broad smile out of his face. The constant activity at the X-mansion ensured that there was never a dull moment; indeed, it veered to the other extreme, where he couldn’t find a moment of quiet for the life of him. And that was great, really. He was an entity of animation and life; he thrived off of chaotic, spontaneous energy like that.

But even he needed to unwind from such a high-octane, barely controlled frenzy every once in a while. So when he found that his mind was beginning to frazzle and his wits fray, he began to make the occasional nightly trek to Mutant Town.

It took a bit of experimentation, but eventually he found himself settled at a bar with a favorable environment. Though not nearly as ritzy as the pubs he used to frequent in South America, the air didn’t smell of smoke, the floor wasn’t gummy, and though there was always a general chatter, the occupants tended to veer away from getting too loud and rambunctious. Everyone who entered the facility seemed to abide by one golden rule; who you were outside those doors was virtually inconsequential. Don’t ask questions that do not need to be asked, don’t pry, don’t make trouble and everything would turn out just fine. The perfect storm for heroes and villains alike to unwittingly mingle during their down time.

Most of the attention focused on the back hall, where a handful of pool tables were lined up and currently occupied. Which suited Roberto’s purposes just fine, seeing as it left him virtually alone with the cute female bartender he was currently conversing with. His general ease with people was on full display as he sipped, dignified, at his chilled whiskey and regaled his audience of one with tales of his globe-trotting exploits. The verbal web he weaved was entrancing, and the bartender – a gender studies college major by the name of Wendy – seemed to be taken be enthralled by the secular mutant sipping at her counter.

At the very least, she was displaying all the body language of someone who happened to be interested.

“So…yeah. Monaco was an experience, I’m telling you.” Roberto finished, hiding his pleased smirk behind a sip of the liquor. He was on tonight. And maybe if he played his cards right, he could even…

The entrance of a new figure at the bar automatically drew his peripheral attention, but soon enough he turned to stare with unabashed curiosity. Why did the figure look so…familiar…
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Paige Guthrie wasn’t one that was easily flustered in the majority of cases. Of course, it wasn’t as if her anger came in a modicum of assortments; she got angry just as often as the next girl, though not near as much as some others, like one of her teammates with XFI—Riva. She was angry a lot, or at the very least she seemed to be. She was pretty cool lady, though, and Paige was willing to reckon that she wouldn’t hurt by taking a page or two out of her playbook. So, all things considered, when Paige had agreed to take a job on her own involving some small time thief in Mutant Town, she didn’t expect to get flustered on something that appeared to be so simple.

Going by the evidence, Paige was willing to wager that the person was a teleporter or someone who could make themselves invisible—the incidents seemed to happen while everyone was at home, right under the noses of the ones who were being stolen from. There was no time frame in any of the incidents that there wasn’t anyone home; even if it was just one person that was home at the time, there was always someone there. So Paige figured they could find some sort of footprints on the scene—but, no such luck.

She’d talked with the victims a few times over now, trying to see if they noticed anything that was remotely suspicious about it all. Had they been followed any time recently? Did they notice anyone casing out the house? Any new acquaintances, or any old friends acting particularly out of character around them? Again, the answers were all a resounding no. All that told Paige was that these attacks, if that’s what you’d be willing to call them, were all randomly selected. There wasn’t any noticeable connection between the families.

It was all just random.

“You’re sure that you didn’t see anyone come out of that home, other than everyone who lived there, between 4:30 and 7:30 on Tuesday?” Paige groaned, tapping her foot against the ground as she looked down at a small old women, who had the unfortunate mutant ability of being able to do everything that a rat was capable of doing (shrinking her bones down and the like, on top of other things), with the downfall of looking near exactly like the particular type of vermin, if it were four-foot nine inches and dressed in her nightgown all day, every day, no matter the occasion. “No, no, I did not see zem. I was in the… the, ah, toilet.” She spoke with some sort of accent, Paige wasn’t sure but she thought it might be Latverian. Paige pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration and nodded her head, “Thanks, anyway.”

Much of the same display went down with the next family, and so on and so forth. There weren’t any breaks. Paige was at a loss, and she wasn’t about to go to the brownstone and mention that she didn’t have anything; that would just be embarrassing. After she had stopped by the last home, Paige decided that she’d had enough.

She sighed, “I need a drink.” She had left the home, and had turned towards the best pub that she could think of in Mutant Town—which, as it happened, was just a block or so away. She was there in a matter of minutes, pushing open the door (and, not noticing Sunspot’s attempts at wooing one of the bar tenders—the one that said her name was Wendy, but though Paige wasn’t entirely convinced) and took a seat at the opposite end of the bar. She couldn’t drink much without getting wasted, but she’d get what she could.

“Scotch rocks, please and thanks.”
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Roberto’s diligence was rewarded. It did not take long for him to place that familiar head of blonde hair or the blue in her eyes; after all, he grew up surrounded by Guthries, practically adopted into their tight-knit family unit. And so, as soon as he recognized the familiars that identified the feminine figure as none other than Paige Guthrie herself, a broad smile split his face.

A smile that Wendy was not very pleased to see. “You were sayin’, doll? Go on,” the young woman encouraged, attempting to capture Roberto’s exclusive attentions once again, but it was far too late for that. She liked the attention, the implications that threaded their way into the flirtation between bartender and customer. And boy did it annoy her to see that some blonde hussy was taking it all away from her just by sauntering in the joint!

“…Huh? Oh yeah. Hey – I’ll be right back. I just saw an old friend, and I’ve got to go say hello…” Roberto explained, distracted, as he grabbed his glass and made his way down the bar towards the Southern belle. He was oblivious to the indignant scoff Wendy gave, and unaware of the fact that she just promised herself that he would never, ever see her naked ever.

Oh well. Win some, lose some…it was all the same to Bobby.

Sliding into the seat beside Paige, Roberto decided to take advantage of the fact that the girl hadn’t yet recognized him. Summoning his most seductive purr, he grinned. “Hey there, beautiful. Come here often?” The cliché, tired pick-up line sounded authentic enough, but the devilish gleam in Roberto’s dark eyes and the smirk on the corner of his lips made it abundantly clear that the come on was in jest. After all, it was Paige. Hitting on her would have been practically incestual. Plus, Sam would kill him. Skin him alive, most likely.

One the joke was over, he let out a bright laugh. “Girl, what are you doing here? I mean, I know it’s been a while since I’ve seen you and all, but…really, Paige Guthrie? Drinking? I can’t imagine Momma Guthrie would approve…”

Casually, he turned to appraise the woman. She certainly wasn't the same girl he had left behind, all those years ago. But then again, he wasn't the same man. It wasn't surprising to see how she had matured with time. But it was a very, very distinct reminder that this world he was slowly assimilating himself back into was different from the one he once knew. It was older...grittier. It had been broken, and though it managed to mend itself, the cracks of experience were still visible to all who thought to look. It was almost enough to lead him to wonder if he even knew it at all.

"But you look good. You been good?"
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Even though she hadn’t seen the man, when he slinked up to her and spoke into her ear, she knew just who it was—she hadn’t seen him in years, but it was hard for her to forget a voice. The use of the old, tired line was also something that tipped her off; it wasn’t something that men had a tendency to say when they were picking up a woman in a bar, and someone that looked like Paige did right now (mostly tired, overworked, and annoyed out of her mind) wouldn’t be the type of girl that would get a guys attention, no matter how attractive they claimed that she looked.

The bartender placed the drink down on the counter and Paige nodded a wordless thanks, and she leaned back in the bar chair, “Roberto Da Costa.” Paige crossed her legs a bit and glanced over towards the man that had just joined her company, taking a sip of the hot liquid and letting it slide down her throat a bit. “I haven’t seen you in a good minute; don’t you know how to call, or even how to send a damn post card?” She smirked a bit, though in the mood that she was in she had half a mind to smack him upside the head and tell him to call more often.

But she didn’t, mainly because she realized that was just what her mama would do—and, well, if that were the case it would probably be best to let her do that herself. If Paige knew her mother as well as she thought she did, and she did, then she knew that Lucinda was the best person that Paige really knew when it came to giving anyone, especially someone she cared enough about, a tongue lashing.

Roberto then questioned Paige’s reasoning for being here, and Paige scoffed a little bit—not with the intentions of being rude or sounding condescending, but she still did it. “I’ve had a long day, Bobby.” She sighed a bit, and took another sip of her drink, and Roberto made note of the fact that she was drinking. Paige rolled her eyes a bit, but laughed anyway when he said that her momma probably wouldn’t approve. He was right. “You know, I think you know us Guthrie folk too well,” Paige said teasingly, tossing a bit of a smile to the Brazilian mutant. She signed and leaned back a bit, nodding her head.

“She probably wouldn’t, but you know, I happen to know that Sam drinks all the time and I doubt he’d get much flack over it. Double standard, that.” Paige smiled a bit again, “But I’m sure you’d be absolutely shocked to learn that this isn’t the first drink that I’ve ever had.”

Paige noted that Roberto seemed a little more mature than he once was; the fact that he was able to sit still for more than five seconds was something that most definitely boded well. She’d changed too, mostly from the fact that she was on Skrullos. She wasn’t really a little girl, no matter if that was the light that Sam or anyone else wanted to paint her into that light. She was older, and so was he—and for that matter, so were the siblings like Susie and Lewis that Paige herself was so insistent on thinking of as the little kids that she had a pretty large hand in raising up after their daddy had died.

“I look good? You’re a bad liar.” She sighed a bit and pointed out the bags underneath her eyes, “But thanks. I’ve been pretty good. You look good, too, have you been good?”
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How quickly the tables turned. Roberto was all smiles, amusement painting his expression with a sort of kind benevolence and impish boyishness, but the moment she began to speak his confidence began to falter. Really he should have expected Paige to channel the spirit of Lucinda. His eyes opened with sheepish guilt, and his gaze was cast down to the floor as he lifted his whiskey to his lips in an attempt to stall for time.

“Yeah, yeah…I know. I messed up,” he admitted; tone a bit on the quiet side. “I should have called more. I should have kept in contact. I’m sorry.” There was no use in excusing his behavior. Sure, he was feeling isolated and disconnected in the wake of his father’s death – but that didn’t give him the right to alienate his family here. It was unquestionably selfish. And it was this abandonment that he had come back to the states to mend. Luckily for him, Paige’s rendition of Lucinda was incomplete. She didn’t go in for the kill like pragmatic, ruthless Lucinda would whenever she was disciplining her loved ones, which allowed Bobby to recover on a high note. “I was just going through some things, is all. Had some things I needed to deal with back home. Things only I could do.” Beat. “Buy you a drink to make up for it?” He suggested, hoping to return to the blonde’s good graces.

Her reaction to his playful ribbing when it came to alcohol was met with a laugh. “I’ll say I do. But then again, s’not every day you find a family that’s so distinctive. You guys are like…the real world Weasleys. It’s fantastic.” He pointed out. “And, sure Sam drinks – it’s ‘cause he’s old and needs to numb the pain. You? You’re smart, young, and the pretty one. You’ve got no excuse, missy.” All the mocking of Sam was done with good natured levity. “I know what you’re probably thinking now. What about you, Bobby. You’re handsome and smart and young, and you drink. And it’s true, I do. But that’s because I’m a horrible person.”

That final bit of self deprecation was punctuated by another swig of whiskey, a burning of his esophagus, and a smile.

When she denied looking good and pointed to her tired complexion, he frowned. “Well…yeah, comparatively, I mean. I mean, you might not look your best, but you still look better than Hobo Joe over there.” He muttered, nodding to a patron of the pub in the corner who seemed to have hit a rather unfortunate patch of his life. “But…why aren’t you shining? Is everything alright, Paige? S’not like…family related, is it? Money problems? Boy trouble? S’there anything I can do to help?”

Roberto’s concern was accompanied by the man rubbing at his defined chin in contemplation. “But yeah. I’m good. And…I’m back. For good, I mean.”
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She recognized his smiles, his charm, his boyishness—Robbie was never really the one not to joke when the situation was appropriate, in all the time that she had known him. Paige wasn’t particularly the one to shy away from a good joke, or a good time as a whole, either on most days. Today, as it were, was not “most days,” and she was sure that Roberto could probably tell.

“You messed up baaaad,” Paige teased, nudging her elbow into his playfully, going against everything that she had felt in the moment and listening to him harp over how he should have called, or at least kept in contact somehow. It didn’t matter how he kept in contact, but Paige had to admit that she agreed on that front. “I mean… even a postcard would’ve been good, Robbie, but you just left. Three years,” Paige nodded a bit, her voice hanging on that last statement and her eyes glancing over towards her companion. Even if it happened when she was younger, Paige had to admit that she understood what it felt like to lose a father. She sympathized with him, but she had wished that she would have heard about Roberto’s father’s death if not from Robbie himself, but at least from Sam.

It was a blow that she read about it in the New York Times.

She nodded her head a bit and shrugged her shoulders casually, “I forgive you,” she smiled wryly, “just this once though. Don’t do it again.” Her voice had a certain stern tone in the latter half of what she said, but she was being pretty blunt and in the moment. She’d be pretty angry if Roberto just up and disappeared again, without so much a word following his disappearance. “Sorry about your dad,” Paige offered, looking over at him sympathetically. “I know what that feels like, even if I was a little one when I lost mine. I’m sure Sam told you everything that we all went through?” As much as she wanted to be mad at him, Paige knew how brutal it felt to lose a parent. She didn’t want to go through that again, any time soon.

“A drink sounds good,” Paige agreed. She wasn’t the type to local bars, and she was a considerably fresh face when it came to being here. She recognized a few of the people from walking the streets of Mutant town, but some of the others—likely the regulars—she didn’t have a clue about who they were, what they could do; for a good few of them, she also couldn’t tell from where she was sitting just what set them apart from the masses that walked Times Square daily, but she wasn’t the time to spend time focusing on that, and just that.

The comparison to the Weasley family made Paige chuckle, nearly choking on her drink as it went down. She didn’t want to admit how accurate that was, but she realized well enough that it was true. “Does that make me the twins?” She glanced over to the slightly older man and sighed. “They have much more in common with Jeb, I must say, but I’ll take it. They’re kind of hot, I guess.” She mulled it over, hoping to get a reaction out of him. “Actually—“ Paige interjected in the middle of his statement, a smirk crossing her face. “I wasn’t thinking that at all. Guy like you? I’m sure you’re only here to wow that bartender over there,” she jabbed a thumb towards the bar tender that he had been making eyes at, “with the chest.”

She winked a bit and leaned back, “Am I right?” A smirk turned into a grin as he mentioned that it was because he was a horrible person, and Paige shrugged her shoulders. “Ehhhh… can’t say I have anything to say against that. Sorry, Robbie.” She bobbed her head a bit, rubbing off the backhanded insult—meant mainly in jest, but there was a part of her that was considering it because of the fact that he had more or less gone missing over the last few years.

“Hey,” Paige playfully glared in Sunspot’s direction, “leave Hobo Joe alone. He’s been through a lot lately.” Hobo Joe, as Sunspot had called him, was one of the many people that lost someone over the New Year. His wife, if Paige had recalled correctly, and his older brother had lost his arm. Paige had a front row seat to that—and it still made her sick to the stomach to recall.

In regards to why Paige was obviously tired, she made an attempt at avoiding the question. “All work and no play makes Paige a dull girl,” was all that she offered for now, entirely sure that if he kept pressing about it she’d have to tell him. She didn’t really want to.

“You’re back? Like, back back? In that case, welcome back. You staying at the mansion?”
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As much as Roberto wished he had an excuse for what he did…he didn’t. He knew it. Paige knew it. And though he wished he could go back in time and handle the passing in a more mature manner, he couldn’t. His eyes were trained at the very bottom of his glass, heavy with guilt, and absolutely unable to look at the Kentucky-bred woman until well after her apology. Slowly, his lips curled into the wryest of smiles.

Those Guthrie. They were by far the nicest, most noble family on the earth, and he counted himself lucky to know them. Whether they benefitted equally from knowing him however was another matter entirely.

The rest of his liquor was consumed in one fell swoop. “Thanks,” he croaked out to her, both for her forgiveness and her sympathies. “And…yeah. He told me about your dad. I just…I never understood it, until recently. Me and my father had a very…combative relationship, when he was alive. I wasn’t close to him, even when I was close to him, you know? So…I didn’t think it’d hit me like it did.” Beat. “I didn’t want to just up and leave – that wasn’t the plan. I was supposed to go there, settle my father’s affairs and attend a funeral. All discreet, all nice and simple. A week at most, then I’d be back. But…well, we all know how that turned out.”

He was done talking about his father, hopefully for a very long time. Mentioning the old man was only good for stirring a lot of very painful conflicting emotions, and the express purpose of bars were to numb such reactions, weren’t they? At the very least, he wasn’t selfish enough to subject Paige to any more of his whining. She accepted his offered drink, prompting him to give her a friendly pat on the shoulder before lifting his other arm in order to summon said Bar tender. “Hey! Could we get two more here, if you’d be so kind?”

The ‘tender complied, but there was no hiding the fact that she was no longer enamored by the Brazilian mutant, judging by the derisive snort she made in his general direction. Roberto ignored it, though it was difficult to tell whether he did so out of tact or out of ignorance.

“I’d say your Ginny, duh. I mean, red hair aside. She was always raring to go on an adventure, and always wanted to hang with the big boys, and could definitely hold her own. If that’s not you, then I don’t know who is.” Roberto pointed out brightly, before quirking his brows at her. “…Twins are hot, huh? Okay. Listen, Paige. I can accept that you’ve grown up, and might even be a normal young woman with… urges, but if you’ve got a thing for threesomes or something, feel free to never ever let me know.” This was her own fault. It was foolish to try and get a reaction out of him in this arena; he was positively shameless when it came to l’amor.

A shameless that she was apparently aware of, as she transitioned to a reference of his Lady-Killing ways. Wolfishly, he grinned. “Hey. That’s not all I do, I take offense to that! Would you believe I like the companionship more than anything else? I just like talking to people, is all.” He was a regular social butterfly, there was no denying that. That was where his ability to read the subtleties in the reactions of others came from – an ability he was subconsciously using to great extent on Paige. The slump of her shoulder, the non-commital response – she really didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering her.

So…he wouldn’t even try. He wasn’t here to baby her – she was an adult, more than capable of handling herself, and she had the same right to use a bar to forget things that he did. Instead, he offered her a knowing nod. “Well…make sure sure to play some more, then! And hopefully, the work load’ll lighten up over time. I am at the mansion, so if you ever need someone to distract you…well. I know a guy.”

Finally, the drinks arrived. Grabbing hold of his new glass of whiskey, he held it up to her in a faux toast, before taking the first inaugural sip. “So! Drink up and give me all the dirty deets about everything I’ve missed! Where are you, if not at the Mansion? What do you do to pass the time? Approximately how much do you think everyone’s missed me?”
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It was fairly obvious that Roberto didn’t have an excuse for what he had done—really, who would have an excuse for falling off of the face of the Earth without so much as a word? She wasn’t close to him like Sam was, though, so maybe Sam had heard something that she hadn’t. He never mentioned to her that he’d been in touch with Robbie still, but it was too difficult to believe that they had just fallen out of sorts with each other when Robbie left as he’d done with everyone else… so, she didn’t, and it was as simple as that. She never pushed Sam about it either, so in truth, she didn’t know one way or the other.

She was also aware that, while she could definitely be a southern spitfire, she was too nice for her own good. After it had already been said, she was wishing that she hadn’t apologized to Sunspot. She knew that he’d seize the moment in some fashion, even if it wasn’t immediately, so she regretted it.

Kind of.

Sort of.

Okay, not really.

Finally, after one fell swoop the rest of his drink was gone. On a still hoarse voice, Paige thought she could make out a “thank-you” and she nodded her head as an unspoken you’re welcome, not really in the mood to say those words. Paige didn’t really know her own dad as well as she’d have liked, but as Roberto mentioned that Sam had told him about what happened and how he was gone, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she didn’t really know him at all. If, when he was around, they had been at each other’s necks near constantly. That wasn’t a thought that she liked, which made her feel more for Robbie.

“When my daddy died I was a little girl,” Paige shrugged her shoulders a bit, “but we were closer than you and your dad were. It hits a kid hard, so it has to hit someone even harder when they really understand the circumstances and the situation. I didn’t, then, not as much as I would have liked to.” The conversation had taken a sullen turn, Paige was pretty sure that wasn’t what Robbie needed right now, “But it’s good to know you didn’t mean to forget about us.” She grinned devilishly, hoping that he wouldn’t take the joke too seriously immediately after all that had just been said and heard.

After she accepted his offer for another drink, he patted her on the shoulder and ordered the drink. The bartender snorted at Roberto, and she clearly wasn’t interested anymore. “How unlady-like,” Paige called out, which was followed by a scoff. Paige rolled her eyes—she was probably a local. While some New Yorkers were great, others had terrible attitudes. Paige noted that Roberto ignored her snort, but she wasn’t sure whether he was doing because he just didn’t notice or what.

“Guess you aren’t getting her number, huh?” Paige prodded, trying to get a reaction out of the Brazilian before the subject quickly changed on to other, more ‘important’ matters. Roberto countered her twins comment with a comment about Ginny and Paige nodded her head a bit. “I guess so,” she shrugged her shoulders, “but the twins were the second oldest, weren’t they? That’s how I was saying it.” Her words likely went unheard as Roberto seemed to take the final bit of her comment out of context, as he yammered on about whatever fetishes that she may or may not have. “Oh, totally, Roberto. I love double penetration.” She was making a full attempt at grossing him out here, as a smirk crossed over face.

In regards to his lady-killing ways, Roberto made mention that he didn’t think that was all that he did. She tossed him a look and a bit of a smirk, “No, of course not. I’m sure you’ve broken the hearts of plenty of gay mean, too—you only need to say those fatal two words.” She looked back towards the counter, not paying him any heed for the moment. He mentioned something about companionship, though, which caused her to throw her attention back to him. “You’re kidding,” she spat out quickly. That didn’t sound like the way she’d perceived Roberto.

“I’m a detective, Robbie, the work load never lightens up.” She dismissed his comment with another shrug of her shoulders and flick of her wrists. “It’s a good sentiment, though, so thanks for that.” She nodded her head with a certain air of contentment. “Right. The mansion,” She continued, “I told Jono that I’d check it out a few days back. I keep forgetting—how’s it looking?” She asked, a quizzical look on her face. She heard that it looked similar to what it did before, and she was sure that it did, but she wanted to hear a little more.

She took a sip of her drink and slammed it down on the table as Roberto suggested it, before he segued into asking her where she was, if not at the mansion. She scoffed. “I haven’t been at the mansion for years, Robbie, catch up.” She punched him playfully on the shoulder before continuing, “I’m with XFI. In mutant town, actually,” she flashed her badge at him. “I probably shouldn’t actually be here, but I’m pretty sure Jamie and Guido come here all the time. I think there’s a dupe over there right now,” Paige nodded affirmatively and pointed towards a sleeping dupe in the corner of the bar. At least—she thought it was a dupe. All she knew, it was Beta.

“Missed you? Eh… not much,” She teased, grinning.
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All Roberto could do was shrug his shoulders when Paige pursued the topic of Roberto’s failed ‘pull’ of the bartender, a vaguely disinterested look on his face as he sipped his alcohol. “Guess not. S’alright, though.” There were plenty other numbers he could get, or not get. It didn’t make too much of a difference to the lad, considering he didn’t expect anything much more than a guilt free hookup from his female associations. “Like I said, I’m just in it for the conversation. And you’ve kinda’ve taken that mantle, Paige.” He assured her, a friendly smile on his face.

At least, until she turned his game right around and used it as a weapon against him. The moment the words ‘double penetration’ left her lips, his brows shot up in surprise. And, despite himself, he couldn’t keep his expression from devolving into horror. It was downright wrong, blasphemous even, to think of Paigey in such crude terms. “Oh god. Just – just stop. Stop right there, or I’m telling your mother!” Frantically, he shook his head, trying to dispel the unwelcome image from the recesses of his brain. He was going to need a whole lot of alcohol tonight to bleach that out, looks like. “And I hope you mean ‘I’m straight’ as the two words…or else…” It was an empty threat, and he knew it. Hopefully, Paige didn’t.

But, she was a detective. The chances of her not being able to read his tone of voice was extremely low. Although, it did give him ample opportunity to move on and push the conversation further away from brain-scarring and the like. “The Mansion? Oh, you have to drop by. It’s beautiful…in the least gay way possible. They rehashed a lot of the old mansion’s blueprints…expanded on it, you know? So it’s all clean, and spacious…just how it was, and yet completely different at the same time…kind of a head trip, to be honest.” He spoke with a fondness for the place, swirling his cup around idly. “Like…some days I walk down those halls and I feel like I’ve gone back in time…then I see a bunch of kids I never knew, and I realize that I’m not fifteen again. It’s almost an experience.” One that affected him quite significantly, apparently.

But the news of her position at the Investigative service was met with pride. He took in her flashed badge curiously, before grinning at the young woman. And when she pointed out the sleeping dupe, he couldn’t help but turn that grin devilish. “Reeeeally now…Well, it’d be rude for us to not say hello, right?” And climbing to his feet, he shuffled towards the dupe with nothing but good-natured bad intentions, and a good time was had by all.

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