Agent Banks

"Heh, girlfriends?”

He did little to hide the amusement in him, chuckling and eyeing this man in plain mockery. Yeah right, nice one.

“I don’t buy it, sweetheart. Honestly, you don’t look like someone ladies would fight over— you can try another lie.”

"Alright, you’ve forced my hand."

His hands raise like he’s surrendering, looking the man in the eyes with the slightest frown.

"I’ve got some boyfriends. I’m a man butt kinda guy. Not a ladies butt guy."

...Didn't sound so convincing either, but hey, he could be beat by a guy instead of getting screamed at by a girl. Maybe that what he was running away from.

"Aha, I'm still not aware why would you tell a stranger something like this."

There was a bright chance he's lying or trying to change the subject, but did he really care? He did seem unimportant and pretty much random, someone who wouldn't be spared a second glance.

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"Well, if that something is bothering you so much, then I suggest we get to know each other more. If you wanna ask, then go ahead.” And he’ll make sure to lie at some parts, if they were necessarily involving his job.

Yet, she did seem interesting in her own way, might not open up so fast, but she will… in time. After all, he didn’t look so inviting to everyone— except for her gaze. Her gaze said a lot.

A small giggle escaped her lips, she had never met such a guy like this before but she definitely wanted to get to know him a lot more. In many ways.

"Sounds like a good plan to me." She pursed her lips and sat back in her seat again, thinking about what to ask. Maybe she should just ask him the simple questions or one he had already asked her before.

“Well, errr.. what do you do for a living?” She was cautious about asking him, just in case it was the wrong thing to say or worried about what his answer would be.

Well, seems he's going well so far.

Good thing he prepared a lie. That question was most likely to be expected, and now that it was asked, it would have a less chance to be brought up again... Unless she was being nosy.

"I'm a bartender, actually." His finger tapped the top of his glass, brow quirking and lips tugged to a smirk. "Maybe later I can take you to where I work."

And it will never hurt to beat some random bartender at EuroCorp's club and take his place, that if she wasn't convinced. "Anything else?"

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Banks only stared in silence, somewhat disbelieving.

Really?! Bribing him?

“…Okay, just to keep a few things clear, if you’re considering bribing me, then I suggest somewhere around fifty-thousand dollars.

But since its clear as day you don’t have that amount of money, I think it’d be better if you told me who’s after you and why.”

Desmond squints at the man eventually slowly tucking his money back into his pocket once the man rejected it. Oh well. More money for himself. He looks down slowly, eventually looking back up with his lips pursed.

"No one important. Just don’t want anyone to know I was in this area— Y’know, I’m not supposed to be around here— Girlfriends clashing and shit, yeah?"

"Heh, girlfriends?"

He did little to hide the amusement in him, chuckling and eyeing this man in plain mockery. Yeah right, nice one.

"I don't buy it, sweetheart. Honestly, you don't look like someone ladies would fight over-- you can try another lie."

"It’s like all you do is babysit, something tells me you’re gonna be a great father. Its the masked kid Drawl has been after, right?

———Those docs got what their asses deserved, and hey, lets be honest, I didn’t screw up as much as you did. I mean, no more upgrades, really? Ouch.”

agent-psycho

“I don’t need no damn updates ta keep up with the petty toys from Aspari. Besides, as far as I know being kept under observation means no updates for ya either. Tho, unlike you I haven’t got my ass locked up.”

"Ah, honey, what I heard is an Aspari Agent that got you; its seems your ass missed me so much you didn't know how to fight anymore.

Speaking of that, been a while since I saw you in action, hope you didn't become aged and rusty."

#agentpsycho

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While he waited for the reply, he took another sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving her. Unexpected question, was it? Yet, he wondered why. It wasn’t such a surprising thing to say, it was quite casual, in fact. But to her? Probably wasn’t.

Oh, he did note the sarcasm; Very cute. “Well, sweetie, what’s so uninteresting and unexciting in your life? Maybe I can help.”

Shenzi leaned forward in her seat and bit down on her bottom lip, she really couldn’t keep her eyes off him as she looked down at this hands and then back up at this face, staring into his eyes with a gentle gaze.

"Oh, there’s a looot of things that are uninteresting and unexciting.” She replied with a purr, unable to stop herself from smirking. “There is something but I hardly even know you..”

"Well, if that something is bothering you so much, then I suggest we get to know each other more. If you wanna ask, then go ahead." And he'll make sure to lie at some parts, if they were necessarily involving his job.

Yet, she did seem interesting in her own way, might not open up so fast, but she will... in time. After all, he didn't look so inviting to everyone-- except for her gaze. Her gaze said a lot.

#lipstickanddeath

"Nah, wont be enough."

"…I’ll pay you."

Pushes hands into his pockets and pulls out a few twenty dollar bills before holding them out.

Only thought?

Shit, I need to pick pocket people more often.

Banks only stared in silence, somewhat disbelieving. Really?! Bribing him?

"...Okay, just to keep a few things clear, if you're considering bribing me, then I suggest somewhere around fifty-thousand dollars.

But since its clear as day you don't have that amount of money, I think it'd be better if you told me who's after you and why."

"Why would I?"

"…Will a ‘please’ suffice as a reason why?"

"Nah, wont be enough."

♞≕ AncestorsForMiles

"…Do I need to ask why you look familiar?"

"…No. In fact, you can just…forget I was ever even here."

#ancestorsformiles #/longest reply ever

"Why would I?"

"Aww, daddy didn’t tell you? Well, I think I’m pretty much alive, just under fucking surveillance.

You, though… Didn’t imagine Denham getting rid of you. So you’re still assigned with missions?”

agent-psycho

“Well it’s not like I’d have cared ta know in the first place. Ye ass isn’t my business to deal with.”

“And all I’m currently assigned with is babysitting a new partner, since my last one pretty much screwed up. As you might recall.”

#ooc;#i love this song #Anonymous

"It's like all you do is babysit, something tells me you're gonna be a great father. Its the masked kid Drawl has been after, right?

------Those docs got what their asses deserved, and hey, lets be honest, I didn't screw up as much as you did. I mean, no more upgrades, really? Ouch."

#agentpsycho

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Alright, easy questions first, then move on to something a little deeper. That was always the rule, and since she didn’t seem to mind, it should go smoothly. And it could escalate quickly.

”A Dancer? Nice. Do you have any siblings/family members?” Or better yet, is she romantically involved? —heh, really, the way she acted toward him proved otherwise. He’ll ask, though, later.

Her gaze lingered on him for quite some time before dropping down to the fabric of the skirts to her dress, where she quietly folded her hands on her lap. The next question certainly caught her attention as people hardly ever asked about her family. She slowly looked back up at him, her mouth agape to answer.

"I’m actually an only child and I still live with both my parents. I lead such an interesting and exciting life.” She replied in a slight sarcastic tone.

While he waited for the reply, he took another sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving her. Unexpected question, was it? Yet, he wondered why. It wasn't such a surprising thing to say, it was quite casual, in fact. But to her? Probably wasn't.

Oh, he did note the sarcasm; Very cute. "Well, sweetie, what's so uninteresting and unexciting in your life? Maybe I can help."

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♞≕ Agent-Psycho

"Wow, you’re still alive?"

agent-psycho

“That’s my question. Thought they’d have recycled you by now.”

#agentpsycho #come 'ere often?

"Aww, daddy didn't tell you? Well, I think I'm pretty much alive, just under fucking surveillance.

You, though... Didn't imagine Denham getting rid of you. So you're still assigned with missions?"

"One should judge by the actions, not the looks, but…"

He tilted his head in the same manner, smirking.

”To that, I am thankful.”

Which means one thing, little to no suspicion. ”You haven’t come across EuroCorp, have you?”

zeusmercer

Huh. This guy wasn’t like normal people.

Zeus raised a brow in the dark just under the shadow of his hood at the question.

EuroCorp? Something like Blackwatch, perhaps?

“What’s that?”

'Whats that?'

Wow, impressive. Was he serious? EuroCorp was known world-wide, and coming across someone who didn't know 'what's that' was, a little bit, surprising.

"Honey, its a syndicate. Y'know what Syndicates are, right? Cayman Global, Aspari...?"

He should have heard of one of them, at least. If not, then...

#zeusmercer

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Such talkativeness like he’s been this guy’s friend for years… Was he like this to everyone? Did he know what kind of advantage it gives strangers?

“Well that’s odd, I heard a few the other day gossiping at how hot it makes you soldiers look. But I guess everything has a bad side, right?” Banks eyes kept watching the hands’ movement with little interest, but he did wonder why it seemed to bother this man so much. They were just belts and straps.

“No, honey, what I’m trying to say is that you are hormonic teenage bastards.” Oh how he loved teasing people, this one especially. His smirk could rip his face in half right now, but he truly didn’t care; this was entertaining to the fullest.

”Aww, why not? You don’t trust me? I just wanna talk to him.”

"Heh, yeah, it does make us look a little hot, I guess, but it also makes us literally hot. Well, it’s not always that bad, it just sucks to be caught in it on a hot day. And the fucking straps… Jeez. It’s more like we’re wearing one of those fuckin’ sex outfits."

A huff, Brent continues to play with his uniform, every once in awhile yanking on it— Up until the point he said that. His eyes narrowed and he slowly looked up at the man.

"Okay, lemme ask you this, how the hell can you say I’m a…horny little teenager when I don’t even have a dick in my mouth right now. My dick’s not even hard. I haven’t even had sex in…god it has to have been at least a month or something."

A huff. “No, I don’t trust you. I don’t trust men I just met.”