"Okay, fine, I can always invoke the memory of that time I TOTALLY SAVED THE DAL. WINK WINK. HINT HINT, THERE, TRICKSTER!" Subtlety... not exactly Kenzi's strong suit. Trick merely rolled his eyes and deposited a bottle with two shot glasses in front of them.
She grinned at Clint, pouring them each a shot of the green stuff. "Sweeeeet. I still got it. Okay, so you can just make it up to me instead." Kenzi clinked her glass against his before downing the shot and slamming her hand down on the bar. Damn, that shit is strong.
"Wait, you mean you're not having a totally fun time with the easiest job ever? You got the cushy life, dude. You sit in your car with cheeseburgers and watch skeezy dudes bang chicks they aren't married to and vice versa. I should be going with YOU." Boring, quiet, un-dangerous stuff. The good life.
... Yeah, no. They both got bored too damn easily. As much as Kenzi loved to complain, she loved the dangerous shit even more.
"Hmmmmm, fine. Deal. I'll cut you in and you can help us out because this dude is a bitch to find and that's kind of your area of expertise. You just gotta promise me you're gonna be uber ultra careful." She held up her little finger. Pinky swear. If it seemed like Kenzi had gotten more paranoid about Clint's safety than usual, it was probably because she really had. These fae would live forever. They could heal in no time. Clint and Kenzi? They were only human. Like fuck was she going to risk losing him.
"Vex called us up to run another mesmer out of town. Dude showed up and started getting all up in Sir Douche-a-lot's business and he can't take care of it without making it a light vs. dark thing. So messy. Help me find him and I'll be your best friend forever?"
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Date: 2012-09-19 02:32 am (UTC)She grinned at Clint, pouring them each a shot of the green stuff. "Sweeeeet. I still got it. Okay, so you can just make it up to me instead." Kenzi clinked her glass against his before downing the shot and slamming her hand down on the bar. Damn, that shit is strong.
"Wait, you mean you're not having a totally fun time with the easiest job ever? You got the cushy life, dude. You sit in your car with cheeseburgers and watch skeezy dudes bang chicks they aren't married to and vice versa. I should be going with YOU." Boring, quiet, un-dangerous stuff. The good life.
... Yeah, no. They both got bored too damn easily. As much as Kenzi loved to complain, she loved the dangerous shit even more.
"Hmmmmm, fine. Deal. I'll cut you in and you can help us out because this dude is a bitch to find and that's kind of your area of expertise. You just gotta promise me you're gonna be uber ultra careful." She held up her little finger. Pinky swear. If it seemed like Kenzi had gotten more paranoid about Clint's safety than usual, it was probably because she really had. These fae would live forever. They could heal in no time. Clint and Kenzi? They were only human. Like fuck was she going to risk losing him.
"Vex called us up to run another mesmer out of town. Dude showed up and started getting all up in Sir Douche-a-lot's business and he can't take care of it without making it a light vs. dark thing. So messy. Help me find him and I'll be your best friend forever?"