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There's a thousand reasons why I shouldn't spend my time with you.

Date & Time: 8/28 At NIGHT. (Because that's when the Uncharted cast seems to do all their decision making for some reason...)
Location: Sully's apartment
Characters: Victor Sullivan and Chloe Frazer
Summary: Against her better judgment, Chloe decides to ask Sully about letting ~~Bad Luck~~ Harry Flynn into their little crew.
Warnings: Old men and sassy ladies talking. It's horrifying, I know.

[Chloe doesn't bother knocking on the apartment door. She doesn't even bother to wait to be let in like any other sane person operating in polite society would. The lock is easily bypassed, and-- as if she somehow belongs here just as much as anyone else-- she heads straight for Sully's room, popping his door open without so much as a second of warning.

Saying she looks exhausted would be an understatement.]

Victor, we've gotta talk.

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Oh yeah, naturally. I don't think anyone in the world would miss his ugly face. I know I sure as hell sleep more soundly with him gone.

[Chloe has to stop herself from reminiscing too much. A little fond recollection is all well and good, but if she dwells on everything that's changed she knows it'll only do more harm in the end. No point in pining for what you can't have anymore.]

Well I'm sure you'll manage to find trouble soon enough, knowing you.

[A sly smile spreads beneath his mustache at that comment.]

Hey now, I don't exactly go looking for trouble, little missy. Trouble finds me!

[He means it too, Victor has always tried to grease his palms through "honest" work. But with his forte, there's a lot of the wrong kind of people out there ready to shake hands. He tries not to dwell on the truth behind his statement, returning his thoughts to Chloe.]

What can I say, it's not just the ladies that find me attractive.

[He laughs out loud at his own bad joke, and stands to grab some refreshments from the kitchen.]

Want anything, sweetheart?

[As he wanders off, she scoots back on his bed, stealing a number of pillows and making herself a comfortable little resting place. As far as she's concerned, what's his is hers.]

Mmm, not tonight. I think I've had enough for one evening. [And the evening before, and the one before that...she may or may not be attempting to distract herself more than she means to.]

I don't care how often you try to avoid it, Victor, trouble is so close to you it might as well be your second skin. And in a place like this we can't afford to be careless, you know.

[He smiles to himself as she makes herself at home on his bed. The very thought of this happening, Chloe Frazer getting comfortable on his bed, seemed like a shot in the dark before all of this... and even then it only seemed likely in certain specific scenarios. Those still did seem far fetched though.]

Alright, well if you want anything, I got it sweets. Well... at least on the alcohol front now.

[He grabbed a pack of donuts from the counter and ate a couple, accidentally powdering his mustache. He filled a glass with water and returned to her with the donuts. Sully plopped himself on the bed and leaned against the wall next to her, munching away on the remaining donuts.]

I know I don't have the best track record, but I'm familiar enough with trouble to know how to keep myself at arms length. I'm doing my best, despite the adjustment here, but I think we'll be fine. It's always better when someone has your back.

[He finished the package and crumpled the wrapper, tossing it onto the bedside table.]

You know, despite the shit that goes on outside of this room, this is actually the calmest things have been for me in a helluva long time. I don't know if I should be glad or worried...

Glad. [There's no hesitation when she says it, wrapping her arms around a pillow that's pressed to her chest. No matter how much she tries not to consider how bad it all could be-- or tallies up the chances Lazarevic or the crazy cultists from London have of dropping in at any moment-- she can't stop herself from seeing the negative possibilities. The things she desperately wants to stay far, far away from her and Victor.]

We can always find adventure when we need it. Safety? That's much harder to come by, and even more difficult to keep.

[He nods his head in agreement, remaining quiet for a good while. Safety was never really a word that worked well with the name Victor Sullivan. Part of his appeal to the opposite sex had always involved the danger. He wasn't particularly proud of this fact, but it was hard to complain.

Now though, when bored housewives and exotic beauties weren't on the forefront of his mind, he was thinking about how much better things could have been if he had become better acquainted with safety.

... Well maybe it wouldn't have been better. Certainly not as much fun...]

We'll get by. I'd stake my reputation on it!

[He winks at Chloe and goes to smooth his mustache, noticing his fingers beginning to cake with the white powder from the donuts. Sheepishly, he brushes his 'stache with his hand, attempting to shake out the powder. When he thinks he's gotten it all, he clears his throat and recomposes himself.]

I don't know about you, but I've always been pretty good a rolling with the punches. I mean, I'm still here anyway, even with the shit I've been through.

My whole life has been nothing but, love. [She lazily reaches up with one hand, brushing her fingers against his lips to catch what powder might still remain.]

I won't lie, nothing in the world will ever fix my thirst for adventure. Doesn't mean you have to pick up every last one that crosses your path. Doesn't mean you can't walk away so you can keep breathing long enough to put a few more stories under your belt.

[She's talking too much, she knows it, but she can't help but want to warn him about what's ahead, about how stubborn and foolish Nate's going to become. If she couldn't make a difference there, maybe she could here.]

[At first he recoils a bit as she reaches towards his face, but when it registers in his head what she's doing he leans back toward her and lets her help. Her touch tingles against his lips, sending a small shiver town his spine.

Suddenly he's much more aware of her presence, and he can feel his pulse liven up a bit. Perhaps she'd managed to catch him a little off guard. He snaps himself back to the conversation, hoping to get his mind back on track.]

You know, I used to be pretty damned reckless... I got in over my head plenty of times, much more so than I do now. But with Nate, I've become more aware of my limits. I don't want to risk too much because I know I'm... well I'm not as young as I used to be. I want to make sure I'm around until Nate doesn't need me anymore.

Though, Nate's just like I was, he's reckless, he's stubborn, and he's not always good at knowing when to back down. I know though, that when he finds someone to care about, he'll change. He'll understand the risks.

That's why I was really hoping things would work out for him and Miss Sunshine. I thought she'd be the one to get him to calm down. Ah well... he'll get it together sooner or later.

[He pauses for an extended period, his mind roving over thoughts of Nate and Elena, until he finally drifts back and returns to his thought.]

Anyway, I promise you if things get hairy here for whatever reason, I know how to back out. And I will. I'm aware of my limits now.

[He gently held her hand to his lips briefly, planting a small kiss on it as if to punctuate his promise.]

You don't have to worry about me, sweetheart.

Edited 2012-09-09 11:30 (UTC)

[But Nate doesn't get better, he gets worse. So much worse. Not that it really matters; Nate's not here.]

Well there's no need to let all that sit on your shoulders, not here, anyway. [She takes the opportunity to lock her fingers with his after the kiss, scooting her pillow-nest close enough to rest against his side.] The most we currently have to deal with is our dear friend Harry, and I think that's far less dire than a war criminal with a thirst for immortality. Maybe we'll get lucky, find ourselves a nice, private beach with a well-stocked bar.

Or earn enough to make our own.

[It's wishful thinking, of course, but Chloe-- with someone so genuinely loving, someone willing to give up everything for a boy that's not even his, so close to her in the peaceful, late night hours-- feels enough hope to at least let the possibility tumble out of the storage cabinet locked away in the back of her mind. For a second or two, anyway.]

[Sully trows his arm around her and let's her rest agains him. He strokes her hair a bit as he imagines this beach]

I really like the way you think, sweetheart. Private. Bar. Those words alone had me sold.

[He'd always thought of Chloe as a very "in the moment" sort of gal. So her talking about goals, and pipe dreams, ideas for her future, came as a bit of a surprise. It was very endearing regardless, and he couldn't help smiling at how simple and peaceful this dream future was.]

Maybe we can have one or two of those sweet little cabana girls fawning over us as well... Although....

[His mind veered off track as he imagined Chloe, scantily clad, her browned skin glowing in the sun as she fanned at him with a giant palm frond. ...Well maybe that was a little much.... but it still sounded like a great place to end up.]

... I would certainly be fine with only you for company.

[He played with her hair absent-mindedly, thinking about what exactly it would take to get themselves to that point... or if it was even possible.]

[Yeah, sure. Chloe might not mind the scantily clad bit, but the palm frond fanning would be more like slapping him in the face with one for lounging in her spot.]

The future's not exactly what we'd expected...so I guess that means you don't get much choice, love. [She smirks, running a few fingers through his sleep-tousled hair.] Could be worse.

[Sully had to fight not to doze under her fingers. He exhaled slowly, and rested his eyes just for a second, continuing to paw lazily at her hair. Maybe he wasn't as well rested as he thought? Or maybe it was just that he couldn't remember the last time he'd just stopped for this long and just enjoyed a woman's presence over her "company."]

Mmmm... I'm gonna level with you, Chloe... I didn't really expect much outta my future. Just an image of myself and some beautiful, passionate, attentive dame flying off into the sunset, beer in her hand, cigar in mine. I didn't expect to be around for a thousand years. So this is a huge improvement. It could have been WAY worse.

[He opened his eyes, hooked his thumb into the waistband of his pants and stared out the window, the sky clear and inviting.]

I think Nate would be more disappointed though. I should have never convinced him the Back to the Future trilogy was based on true events...

Explains a lot when it comes to him. [She's only joking, of course, and as his gaze shifts, so too does her touch, moving down to settle against his collarbone, thumb rubbing a slow, easy circle over the skin just beneath his collar.]

I don't know, I never had much to hope for. A Ferrari might've been nice, though.

[Victor cocks a smile at her remark and starts to say something, but the words escape him at her soft touch. He relaxes as he feels a small tingling around his neck, which makes him stir a little. He reaches up and stops her hand with his, gently clutching it to his chest.]

You? Behind the wheel of a Ferrari? There's a lot to love about that image, Chloe. I've seen what you can do in a jeep, so in a little beast like that? I call shotgun!

[He realized how much he missed the sun on his face, and the wind in his hair. Whether on land, at sea, or in air... He sighed, audibly.]

Yeah, that would certainly be nice...

[Chloe's fingers tug hard against his hand, pulling him close enough for her to set one affectionate, sympathetic kiss against the edge of his jaw. There's no doubt in her mind that he's just as tired as she is-- well, without Nate, perhaps even more than her. He wasn't a loner, after all. The least she can do is offer a distraction, a little comfort.

And possibly steal a sliver of it for herself.]

Maybe we'll get lucky and find one worth salvaging.

[Sully's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting her to kiss him. He smiled at her coyly, raising an eyebrow at her.]

Oh ho! Someone's getting a little comfortable now, aren't they?

[He chuckled softly and gave her a quick peck on her cheekbone.]

Could you imagine... what a Ferrari would be worth today? Like ... a classic one. Goddamn, we'd be set...

Edited 2012-09-29 05:37 (UTC)

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There's a thousand reasons why I shouldn't spend my time with you.

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Wow I am a bajillion years late.

You're always right on time in my book

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