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If you have the means, why not?

All right, I'll see you soon.

[It's not long before Jeff decides actual work is the most boring thing ever and instead drags himself out of the office and down to the stock room. This office rental hadn't been a bad set up, not considering the location and the easy draw to the less law abiding in need of help. The promise of good company and booze really did just seal the deal and it's nights like this that make it more than worth it.

Jeff's wearing a suit, but only because he's had a day of filming and cases and all the stuff that requires him to be presentable and not just casual. The tie's gone though, a few top buttons of his shirt undone to give him some breathing space, and the jacket will probably come off the moment he starts drinking.]

Knock knock. Care for some company?

[ Being a landlady of sorts did help with Bela's income, especially when some days were better than others. She needed to give her business a few months and keep track of the numbers before beginning to worry, but that was ahead of her, not now.

Her own paperwork was finished with when Jeff arrived, giving Bela a much needed distraction. She's already kicked off her shoes and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, but she looks neat and tidy otherwise.]

Mr. Winger. [Said with a smile and a raise of the bottle to him.] How nice of you to join me. I'd love the company.

[They both know it was at her invitation but there was no harm in being playful.]

Sit. Make yourself comfortable.

[She was using a set of antique chairs to sit on, making sure they were adequately covered for protection. They were worth a pretty penny after all.]

Thank you.

[He doesn't need asking twice to haul his ass nearer to alcohol, lowering himself carefully onto the offered chair as if he's half expecting it to break under him. Can't be too careful when dealing with pricey antiques.]

I love what you've done with the place... [Amusing, idle chatter is totally the way to go when referring to place he sees frequently. ]

[She poured a measure of scotch for Jeff first, leaning over to set it down on the table in front of him before pouring one for herself. Bela settles back in her chair afterwards.]

What can I say? I have a gift. [And continuing that idle chatter is never a bad idea.]

Did you have any interesting clients today?

[While she waited for his reply, Bela took a sip from her glass.]

[He reaches for the glass the second it's ready for him, relaxing back into the chair and using an old storage chest to very delicately prop his feet up onto. He needed this. Without a chance to unwind, he's stuck spending the evening overthinking far too much and Jeff hates overthinking.]

Not unless you consider the usual druggies and prostitutes around this area to be considered interesting. Granted, I seem to be getting a slightly higher class of criminal, maybe thanks to the show or imPort status, I dunno, but they're all the same.

[A long pull of scotch, savouring it for a brief moment before returning the conversation.]

You must get some interesting sorts through these doors yourself.

[Working behind a counter for most of the day had made Bela a little frustrated. She enjoyed sorting through the stock, arranging it carefully and making it look appealing, but there was something lacking. No thrill.

Which is why Bela had turned to petty theft just to satisfy that need.]

Sure. I get all kinds of people coming in and out, but they don't always buy something. Their ages range from teenagers all the way up to those in their fifties so I have to try to market to everyone if I can.

I can't tell if any of them are druggies or prostitutes but a sale's a sale, right? I can't afford to be picky.

[She shrugs, taking a sip from her own glass and enjoying the burn.]

I've never done the whole nine to five thing before.

[Without petty theft or anything similar to turn to, Jeff just turns to alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. His liver probably hates him.]

Yeah, nine fives aren't so great, huh? But hey, you could get away from that once you get some money coming in. Get yourself an employee to stay in house while you go... find new antiques or whatever it is you do.

[Not judging on how she might obtain certain objects. He hears about far worse on a daily basis.]

Hiring someone isn't a terrible idea, maybe part time. I haven't really had a chance to take a proper break, not since that time in New York.

[A knowing look. She did enjoy their little stay in New York city.]

What is it that you think I do in my spare time, Jeff? Apart from seeking out antiques. Go on. Humour me.

[Bela smirks, taking a sip from her scotch and waits for what he will come up with.]

Uh. [Swirling the drink around his glass thoughtfully. This is the sort of question he's got to be careful with, that's for sure.]

Hard to say. I literally have no idea how people spend their spare time. Wine drinking? Gym? Maybe some TV watching? Enlighten me.

No to the gym. Yes to the wine. I prefer to go for a run or jog instead of the gym but perhaps you could persuade me otherwise. And I prefer films to television.

Classic horror films from long before you and I were born.

We talking Christopher Lee or like... Nosferatu?

Both, actually. I would even go as far to add Boris Karloff to that list.

[And Lugosi. But he didn't need the story behind that.]

A fine choice. But is that it? Running and horror movies?

Not quite. [Bela gestures with her glass as she speaks, taking a sip from it afterwards.] I like to read, shop, find any interesting spots in the cities. Practice my powers.

Apart from that I spend time with people. Like you. [Though how she spent that time varied from person to person.] Which is a lot of fun.

[He sifts through the information to find the more important stuff. Of course, the complimenting doesn't go unnoticed, but for once he takes it with a simple grin of acceptable that yes, hanging out with him is great, but there's more important things to find out.]

What sorta powers?

Enhanced senses, enhanced agility and shadow camouflage.

[She's quiet for a long moment, deciding whether or not to reveal to him the other power that she had. Truth was, Bela had only ever used her ability in front of him once and she didn't think it worked.]

Do you remember that night in the restaurant when you went a little, um, boisterous? [#nailed it.] I tried to calm you down through using another power I have- it's called 'mental inducement' or 'pushing'

I don't think it worked on you, but it did on the manager. I was able to make him believe I paid for the damage you caused and to forget what you looked like.

[She sips from her scotch.]

Couldn't have you arrested, could I?

[Boisterous? Nice. Totally sums up his condition, yup.]

Sooooo, brainwashing, right? Persuasion? The Mace Windon't of super powers.

[Girl, you better not be brainwashing him! Narrowing eyes suspiciously.]

Persuasion is the best way to describe it. Brainwashing means something different in my opinion.

[Oh, she notices the way he was looking at her right now. But Bela felt that honesty would be a good thing in this case.]

The effects are temporary and that night was the only time I when I attempted it on you. This is the most sincere she's ever been.] My pursuit of you was completely unaided by that ability.

I want to be upfront and honest so there it is.

Yeah, I don't need any extra persuading to get with you. [And that's the reason he entirely trusts she hasn't used it on him. Everything he's done with her has been more than obviously his own personal decision because she's super hot, duh.]

I guess it's useful to know there's no reasoning with me when I'm like that.

[Not that he's happy with that news.]

The feeling is mutual. [Whatever they were doing was based on attraction, flirtation and everything in-between. The most important thing to her was that it was fun and Bela intended to keep it going for as long as she could.]

Yeah. It means that you can be prepared for the future.

[Hopefully it wouldn't happen again, but she figured that Jeff needed to gain control of his new ability.]

Under different circumstances you ripping your clothes off would've been a huge turn-on for me.

[Is that a flush forming on her cheeks? Maaaaaybe.]

[That flush has a slow smile creeping onto his own features. Aw yeah, he's still got it. Chicks dig the abs.]

Well, maybe we'll have to do it again sometime. Y'know, when I'm not in a $5,000 suit. And preferably when I'm not on an ego fuelled rampage. [When is he not on an ego fuelled rampage, amiright?!]

That was a nice suit too. [A beat.] And your rampage wasn't fun.

If we really want to be on the safe side, we can always order in food, have a nice, quiet evening. Casual dress.

Might not be such a bad idea. Nothing wrong with a night in. And if I go shirtless then I won't be ruining any tops.

[Great idea, right?!]

Well, if you go shirtless, I should too. To make it fair.

[THE BEST IDEA.]

I'd like to see how long you'd last.

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omg i totally missed this. journal switch fail

Don't worry <3

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