::Open Post:: Who Do You Voodoo?

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Open post for Agent Louisiana (RvB PFL OC). Bring along AUs, shenanigans and more here! Whatever you desire so long as you hit me up first for concocting. [Finger guns] Cheers!

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[spectre_de_la_mort]

"There's plenty of classic tunes out there but it's certainly one of them," she answers, still amused at her victorious guessing. "Only just met and you're asking me to a movie night? Smooth. Besides it's sort of a thriller horror. I don't know if a guy that's super into romance and funny would be able to handle it."

[worstlockpickerever]

"Hey, movie nights are a classic way to spend time with new people!"

He would know. He watches rom-coms.

"Besides, I can handle thrillers. Why else do you think I'm here?" Life in Project Freelancer is some screwy thriller, right? ...supposedly?

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Right. Sure. I'm sure this will be quite a civil movie night then," she muses. If his teasing and flirting were any indication, she wouldn't put it past him to try and make moves during the movie.

"It's a thriller and a horror. I'm just worried you can't handle both."

[worstlockpickerever]

"There's only one way to find out." He decides not to wink at her over his drink. No reason to tip his hand early, even if he's already a bit obvious.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Fair enough. When would you like to test this out and see?" She leans back in her seat, crossing her arms in mild amusement. "I don't blame you if you have to take your time and all. I understand being scared."

[worstlockpickerever]

"When?" he asks. "When can you get the movie?"

He's not letting you push it back off on him, Louisiana.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I have it on a hard drive. So the ball is back in your court," she answers, resting her chin on propped arm. Nice try, York.

[worstlockpickerever]

York shrugs. Play casual. "Tomorrow night?" he says. Don't seem too eager. "Since we have one of those boring AI prep seminars tonight."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Sounds like a plan then. Also you have one of those AI seminars. Not me. Those are reserved for the big brass of the project," she remarks. Her food once more being pushed around as she stares down at it. Of course he would be one of the people selected for such a selective training.

[worstlockpickerever]

She's not coming? Smooth, York. He assumed he had been there before but just sat in the back. Quick, save the conversation.

"Believe me, you're not missing much. Just the Councilor being boring as hell," he says. "So, you know. More of the same."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Sounds like a total blast," she muses. Finishing up her lunch, she cleans up her spot before standing up. "So ugh tomorrow, yea? How about you meet me in my room? It's on the second deck of quarters."

[worstlockpickerever]

Oh, in her room? Is she less worried about his reputation now?

"It's a date." He winks at her. He won't follow, though. He doesn't want to look desperate. And he still has food to finish. ...but mostly that first one.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

More so she's worried that someone would see any possible fraternizing. It's safe to assume that something would be attempted during this movie night. Well...maybe there's a part of her that wouldn't mind such a thing.

So when the time arrives, she's made certain that her room is straightened up but comfortable enough to host a guest. Plenty of snacks and drinks in case either of them wanted anything. Hell even the hard drive is popped in and ready to go.

Now just to quell these nerves before York comes and she'll be all set.