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[rathercommon]

Oh - God, no.

[ She does fetch down a few snacks for herself - all sweet - and a cup for tea. Jeff is definitely welcome to all the scotch; she doesn't drink, not in the presence of other people. Too much paranoia. ]

Not that...you know. Not that he's not...nice, and appealing. And he likes me. But I'd never date a local.

[ And then she looks up at Jeff. ]

Sorry, that sounds - bigoted. I mean - It's just that I wouldn't ever want to drag a local into all of our drama.

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[The glass he grabs gets filled to the top with scotch, more like it's water than alcohol, and Jeff drinks it much like that too. Even with a full glass he still brings the bottle along with him, heading for the table while keeping his attention somewhat towards Kitty.]

You should get with who ever you want to. Nothing wrong with dragging a native into this if they know what they're letting themselves in for. And if you don't want him involved in imPort drama then he really shouldn't be working for me.

[rathercommon]

[ She lifts an eyebrow as she follows him. Dryly: ]

I've got a bit more drama in my life than you, Mr Winger. I'm quite certain he'll be rather all right standing next to - oh, what do they call you on rumblr, The Wingman.

[textualhealing]

Oh, I'm sure you have. [All the sarcasm.]

That's me though. You been looking me up>

[rathercommon]

I follow the imPort tag on rumblr. Anyway, what's that supposed to mean, I'm sure you have? My life is way messier than yours is.

[textualhealing]

Kid, you're like, what? Eighteen? Nineteen? You don't even know the meaning of life drama yet.

[Dropping into a seat and immediately slinging his feet up onto the table because what are manners?]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty settles into a chair opposite him, crosses her legs at the ankles, and says: ]

Mr Winger, at home I'm a wanted terrorist who has a death sentence for high treason hanging over her head. I'm engaged in clandestine activities to incite war between the ruling class of England and an entire race of magical beings. Here, I helped bring down a serial killer, got captured by the Hornets after trying to infiltrate their ranks, and am trying to infiltrate the Porter to find out what makes it run, in no small part to take this knowledge home to overthrow my own government.

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[Jeff's life seems far too standard compared to pretty much everyone else here, but he's not going to be concerning himself too much about it. Instead he shrugs idly, taking a thoughtful swig from his drink before commenting without much concern;]

Childs play.

[rathercommon]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

Yeah, right. I also spent years as a thief, and I can tell a mark. Middle-class-boring rolls off you in waves. I bet getting cozy with Lucifer is the most danger you've ever courted in your whole life.

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That's just the image I want you to see. Spies like me never give too much away-- Ah, crap. I've said too much. Now I'll have to kill you.

[Just sipping his scotch. No killing to be had.]

[rathercommon]

Uh-huh.

[ She tilts her head to the side. ]

Have you ever even been in a fight before? I mean - answer honestly, without bluster. This isn't a challenge, I'm actually curious.

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[It's tempting to lie for the sake of it, but Jeff has nothing to prove. His skills lie elsewhere and while he can certainly hold his own in a fight, especially with the muscles he's worked hard for, he'd really rather weasel his way out of any fisticuffs.]

Uh, like one. Literally a playground scuffle between a few douchebros and me. I don't tend to get into fights if I can help it. Easier to talk it out.

[rathercommon]

[ Hm. She frowns just a little bit. ]

And you probably don't know how to shoot, either. Or use a knife. What are your powers?

[textualhealing]

I can shoot! [Paintballs and prop guns. But he isn't bad at either.]

And my powers are good enough. Why do you care?

[rathercommon]

I care because Lucifer is dangerous. And the people who hate Lucifer are dangerous.

[ She studies him, her face quite serious. ]

If you get into trouble, you've got people you can go to?

[textualhealing]

Lucifer or his enemies aren't a problem. I'm not a friend of his, I'm just trying not to piss him. [That and Jeff being a ring bearer is still kind of a touchy subject, one he doesn't want to make common knowledge.]

[rathercommon]

Lucifer tends to get other people involved in his problems whether he wants them to or not. I'm not a Christian, but I'm pretty sure that's like sort of his primary mission in life.

[textualhealing]

Can we not do the Lucifer thing? I don't care and neither should you. It's not your problem.

[rathercommon]

I guess. Look, just - If things get out of hand, come to me, yeah?

[textualhealing]

And what are you gonna do against the Devil?

[rathercommon]

I neutralize powers. If I get my hands on him, he'll be as weak as a normal human. Weaker, probably.

[textualhealing]

Useful to know...

[Siiiip.]

I'll be sure to use you if I need it.

[rathercommon]

[ Well, she's got to accept that, whether he means it or not. ]

Anyway. Your life's calmer than mine. And just being an employee is less dangerous than being a boyfriend.

[textualhealing]

Probably. That's not guaranteed though. If he sticks to the show side of lawyering then he might avoid it, but my personal firm now? Mostly imPorts. They all prefer to not have their business aired to the world.

[Especially drug lords and dealers.]

[rathercommon]

[ She side-eyes Jeff a moment, but then responds: ]

He's an attorney, not an investigative journalist. Airing clients' business to the world isn't exactly a habit of his.