✧ same target

[quicksilverwings]

[That had been... an interesting job.

Somehow, Ciar--Wing to his teammates and clients--hadn't anticipated other people going after one of their marks, but that sure is what happened. Now, Ciar can't personally say he minds. They were tackling it from different angles, and now he can't help but think that it was even more effective.

... And maybe he dragged along the mark a little more for the sake of showing off to that handsome (and clearly adorably smitten) blond.

(He still got the desired results, it was fine.)

Speaking of that aforementioned handsome blond, though, Ciar's on a mission today, to track that man down, wherever in the city he might be. He wanted to see that guy again anyway, and he has a question.]

Comments

[destinetmalediction]

Yes, that might be for the best. What else did you need to do?

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar lays out the plan to deal with Tasse as they drive to the bar--this was only the first part of the job, at least.

Explaining that takes the rest of the drive, Ciar getting out to get the backdoor of the bar unlocked.]

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo follows, not saying anything until they're inside. Just in case.]

Do you have a face for this group, Ciar? A dedicated one?

[quicksilverwings]

That typically falls to me. Unfortunately, while we have people who can step in if Alix or Ange are occupied, I'm usually the only option for the face, and that can get... tricky, depending on the plan.

Don't get me wrong, Alix can make for a pretty good face, but it's not their main skill set.

[destinetmalediction]

Then why not let me step in as the face for this next bit? She sounds...particular, and I am very good at particular.

[quicksilverwings]

I'd appreciate that a lot, actually. Thank you.

[He's going to slip behind the bar to get himself a ginger beer--he offers a second to Hugo before pausing, tilting his head.]

Ah. Alix wants to know what kind of pizza you prefer, the rest of the team's grabbing real food on the way here.

[destinetmalediction]

[He will take the beer.

And then pause. Awkwardly.]

I...don't actually know. I've never had pizza, not really. It's just not usually something I have time for.

[quicksilverwings]

Hey, first time for everything.

[He pulls up the site for the pizza place on his phone.]

Here.

[destinetmalediction]

[He starts scrolling the menu.]

...how much meat can I get on a pizza? My iron is likely low.

[quicksilverwings]

... A lot, honestly. There's a meat lover's option at this place and it's pretty good!

[destinetmalediction]

Then that. And do you have any strawberries?

[That should help with his iron and the blood sugar.]

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, we keep some around here for a few of our drinks.

[He'll get up to grab those!]

Here.

[destinetmalediction]

Much appreciated.

[He will just start snacking on a few of those.]

I usually keep chocolate for that, but I ran out this morning.

[quicksilverwings]

Ahhh... Well, for the record, we do have chocolate around here--albeit upstairs. Although, uh... ahaha, it's what I get for myself so, uh... Iiiiiit might not be to your tastes?

[destinetmalediction]

How do you mean?

[Snacking on strawberries...]

[quicksilverwings]

... It's got cayenne in it.

[destinetmalediction]

..ah. No, I'll pass, at least for now. I'm not in the mood for something spicy, you know?

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, I get it.

[A beat.]

I'm not one of those kinds of people who will drown their food in whatever has the most capsaicin, I promise, I do still like being able to taste what I'm eating.

[destinetmalediction]

[That makes Hugo laugh.]

Good. I knew someone who put so many spicy peppers and all into his food, it was a wonder he still had tastebuds. And sinuses!

[quicksilverwings]

[He laughs.]

On the one hand, I kind of distantly get it! On the other, pain is not a flavor!

[destinetmalediction]

Pain is not a flavor! You are ruining the dish if all you taste is pain!

[quicksilverwings]

Exactly!

[The conversation continues a bit like that until Alix and Ange walk in with a stack of pizza boxes.

... Alix has pizza boxes at least. Ange is carrying a bunch of other stuff that she sets down as soon as she gets a chance before darting off to the kitchen for plates.]

Where're the other two?

Working on something in the van. They'll be a bit.

[Alix sets the pizza boxes down, opening each one as they set the different boxes down separately. The rest of the boxes are various sides and at least one dessert.

Ange returns to pass out the plates, beaming at Hugo briefly before taking a couple slices of the basic pepperoni pizza and skittering to a seat off by herself.]

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo gets up to start poking around the food.]

This is...a lot of food. How much will I owe you for my share?

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar gets up as well, giving Hugo a gentle nudge.]

You won't owe us anything. I insist, alright? And yeah, it's a lot, but there's six of us eating and there'll be leftovers for a while, so it's worth it.

[destinetmalediction]

If you're sure.

[He is going to help himself to the meatlovers, then. He desperately needs iron--if his phone was on he's sure his alert would be playing.]