exsiliumlogs | [closed] this christmas we don't need to get away

[People are starting to cast glances her way, so she drops into a seat, although the giggles keep happening fo a little while.]

I take back the fancy comment.

[But she's totally tucking the business card into her wallet; whatever!!!]

Then I'll take the card back.

[He makes a gimme gesture. She can't have it if she's going to laugh at it every time she looks at it!!]

It's mine now.

[It's in her wallet and her wallet's in her pocket, so unless he plans on trying to get it back while they're in public....

Yeah, she's just gonna sip her coffee and make inappropriate noises about how good it is.]

[Of course that's what she does. Saul watches her for a second, then looks around, then wrinkles his nose.

He still hasn't touched his coffee yet.]

Alright, Sally, dial it back.

Don't encourage me.

[SHE'LL TAKE IT TOO FAR, JUST WATCH HER.

And then they'll get kicked out of Starbucks.]

[HE'LL LET HER DO IT, TOO.

Of course he will.

Saul bites back a grin, shrugging to dismiss the topic, then finally takes a swig of coffee and settles back into his seat with a happy sigh.]

God, I missed you.

[yes he's totally talking to his cup what of it]

[Does it look like she's in any place to judge?

As she oh so casually uses a finger to swipe a bit of whipped cream (of course there's cream) off the top of her drink, then pops said finger into her mouth to lick it off.

She's a bad person.]

[What if he just pretends like he didn't see that?]

[She knows.

But she'll go back to drinking her coffee like a regular person, and it's not until she's halfway through that she finally gets her little Bat-computer out of her pocket and hacks into Starbucks' wifi so she can start working on that credit card problem.]

[And while she does that, Saul turns his attention to the messenger bag he's had with him this whole time, shut up, it was totally there from the start, and fishes out a small notepad and a pen.

She's doing illegal things, he's making a list of potentially illegal things to do.

What a perfect morning.]

[By the time her coffee is finished, she's pretty sure she's found someone she won't mind stealing a few grand from, and is nearly done setting everything up, when her stomach rudely interrupts by grumbling at her.]

Shit.

[She was totally going to buy food and totally forgot because coffee was too distracting.]

I'm gonna get a muffin or something. Want one?

[He's only halfway done with his when she breaks his train of thought. This isn't the work he's used to, but it's something, and now that he has the luxury of taking his time...

Food sounds like a good idea, though. Especially since he's been chewing on his pen while thinking.

Oops.]

Yeah, uh — a blueberry scone.

Back in a sec.

[It takes a little longer than a second, since she gets herself another coffee (YOLO), to go along with the blueberry scone, cinnamon roll, and plate full of gingerbread men.

One of them is in her mouth as she sits back down, but she at least has the manners to chew and swallow before speaking again:]

Pass me a credit card?

Edited (happy now??????) 2013-10-18 18:10 (UTC)

[He's quick to snatch the plate from her — maybe he's hungrier than he's letting on — and those cookies look good. She has good ideas. But then he grabs his wallet again, passing her the Visa first.

If she doesn't mind, he's going to sit back with his scone and watch.

And make sure no one is watching them.]

[She steals a second cookie as she gets out the handheld computer again, but all she's doing with his credit card is getting the number off it.

For all anyone else knows she could just be buying something online. That part of the process takes a whole ten seconds before she hands the card back, but she's not done quite yet.

Another couple of minutes, and she looks up with a smile, grabbing her roll.]

All done, I'm sure Mr. Elliott won't mind us borrowing his bank account for a little while.

[Since she's set up the credit card to draw from his account.

But he's a bad person.

So.

Whatever.

She takes a bite of her roll.]

[Ugh.

She's so lucky she already has her very own criminal lawyer.

He bites into his scone, feigning nonchalance. Whatever, Steph, he's totally not impressed by that or turned on or anything. And not wondering who Mr. Elliott is or what he did, that's for sure.]

So — first order of business: finding a hotel?

[As if she doesn't know.]

You know the city better than I do, wanna look?

[She offers the handheld, since it's open to google so he can search for hotels, if he wants.]

Sure.

[He dusts his fingers off on a napkin, then gets to searching.]

Shall we seat ourselves in the lap of luxury for the week?

[She gives him a look like the answer should be obvious.]

Um. Yes.

Just checking!

[Jeez, Steph.

Saul is mostly quiet for a few minutes, staring thoughtfully at the handheld while he works. Every so often, he'll hum a bar of some unidentified tune, then fall silent again.

Eventually, he settles on three options, at which point he passes it back.]

Check the first three tabs, then pick one.

[She's finished off her roll and one more of the gingerbread men (she's hungry, okay) by the time he hands the device back.

And then she takes a second to look through all three tabs, and maybe she's staring just a little, since they all look so goddamn fancy. Wayne Manor is pretty fancy, but not like this. She's never stayed anywhere as nice as any of those options.]

Wow, um...

[Give her a moment.]

The third one?

Then the third one it is.

[Another sip of his coffee.]

Excellent choice, darling.

[Said with a faux English-esque accent. Since they'll be staying at such a fancy place. It works, right?]

[She could not roll her eyes harder if she tried.]

Don't do that.

[just don't.]

You good to go?

[As she slips the device back into her pocket, after memorizing the address, and takes a sip from her own coffee.]

What — the accent, or "darling"?

[Or both? He'll be sad if it's both.

He likes both.

The last bit of scone disappears into his mouth, and he nods. Good to go.]

I'm not a darling.

[But also it's both.

She sighs at him for good measure, and the next second she's up and practically out the door, bag over her shoulder and coffee in one hand.

Keep up, McGill.]

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go to bed

I did!!!

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