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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫, sipping on a drink while the quill was making its way across the pages upon pages of parchment laid out in front of her. A few last minute notes to be taken on the case she was working on. Tired eyes were staring at the words written until finally she pushed them aside. Emmeline could no longer focus on the work in front of her. There would be time later. For now she was going to join in on the celebrating that seemed to be going on all around her. At least that was the idea until a familiar voice reached her ears.
With a surprised look on her face the young woman turned, glancing at Sylar in pleasant disbelief. Surely he’d been too occupied to notice her, hadn’t he? “Can’t say no to that, can I?” Emmeline couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of the situation at hand and yet part of her felt happy at the thought that for once the man next to her seemed happy rather than angry or frustrated. Perhaps she was the wrong person to judge the situation either way. “So, what’s brought your mood to such heights? Someone gotten promoted?” Curiosity rising and it couldn’t be denied.
It was strange, to be met with an expression other than dread or annoyance when someone realized it was he who had joined them. Not that he didn’t enjoy being the cause of such things, but it was just as nice to be welcomed warmly, especially when he was already in such a good mood. “No.” He answered matter-of-factly. “You can’t.”
Sylar chuckled, shrugging as he met her gaze again. “That is for me to know.” He said cryptically, unwilling to share even the smallest details of his personal life. But that didn’t mean he wanted to kill the good mood around them. “And for you to reap the benefits of.” He grinned, tapping her glass closer to her. “So drink up!” He tapped on the bartop, upending his own glass and taking a long drink, downing nearly half of it before putting his cup back down. It was rich - almost too rich, but not quite. Plus, the spiced rum evened it out rather nicely. “Are you working?” He asked, eyeing the things she had with her. “Tell me you’re not working.”














