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“you know what happens when you’re nice to cops? they treat you like a doormat. i’m tired of being walked on by you power high detectives.” she likes having the lab to herself, but graves is clearly not moving.
“boo-fucking-hoo. you sit in your air-conditioned lab all day. at least i’ve got to chase those fuckers down and put up with their bullshit to get whatever i’m passing to you.” she rolled her eyes, almost huffing. “how long do you need?”
“cops are only ever nice to me if they need shit.” she snatches the file from graves and waves her off. “i’ll get it done, just get out of my face.”
“doesn’t help that you’re snippy as heck.” she seats herself on the edge of a table. “need it asap, so i’ll wait here.”
“you know, you’d actually get favors from my quite easily if you didn’t yell at me every other interaction.”
“look, it’s urgent as fuck, the lt’s riding my ass about it. i’m a little too stressed to be nice right now. fuck me, i’ll owe you.”
“and people actually believe that lie?” you’re not fooling her, bud.
“fucking hell. i just need the thing scanned for prints, ‘kay? stop asking so many questions.”
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“how is it that you manage to associate yourself with the fucking weirdest people in the world of the supernatural?? I mean, we got ghosts and werewolves and shit, pretty weird, but handless mosquito faeries?? mallory, what the fuck.”
“babe, i own a fucking bar. a bar that my grandfather started up and been housing the scum of the supernatural underworld since the fucking Korean War.”
“Mallory’s is a household name, if these people had any semblance of a permanent shelter. plus, he fuckin’ skipped out on me with a sizable tab.”
BAM! the blonde bartender sets a jar on the table. it’s a pickled hand, tattooed with esoteric lines and fingernails in desperate need of a pedicure.
“hard to tell; I was sort of too busy spraying mosquito spray at him to ward him off to ask.”
she doesn’t notice.
“okay, better question to ask. was he missing a hand?”
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“I think a faerie I met recently tried to hex me with a curse of seven years bad luck, but the joke’s on them because I don’t need their curse to have that happen to me ANYWAY.”
“...”
her left cheek twitches, hand inches towards her sword.
“is his name Trick, by any chance?”
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another kiss. “22?”
“woman, i ate you out and you only deducted half a present.”
he didn’t tell her to leave because he didn’t have to. summer could read it loud and clear: everything was gone. she sucked in a small piece of her bottom lip when he stepped away, not acknowledging the comment about her weight.
wordlessly she moved over to the drawer and began to sift through it. her eyes began to sting, the threat of tears a hot angry gleam on her waterline. she didn’t bring a purse – she didn’t own one – and she wasn’t certain what to do with herself. “i’ll come back later for it.” she managed to mumble as she moved for the door, a hand on her cheek to soothe herself.
he turned his head to look at her as she went to check on her things, and quentin took a long swallow from the diminishing bottle of whiskey. he sighed contentedly at the burn of it washing over his smoke-scarred throat, before narrowing his eyes at her going to the door.
“where the fuck are you going?” he asked, already lighting up another cigarette even if it’d been barely minutes since his previous one. “i thought you came back to make nice. not grab your things and move out again.”
“and where the fuck is kosher?”
she’s actually laughing now. a true summer laugh. she leans over and places a kiss on his cheek. “of course, of course. i’m so sorry.”
“so you still owe me like, 23 presents.”
“babe, don’t do this. you know it’s december 27th.”
“24 days of Christmas.”
“christmas has been over for two days.”
