[She can admit to some curiosity, but she also feels like there's something in having plausible deniability. Of course, her will save ends up with 8... so that probably won't help her in saying no.]
Sure; here I thought it was all some big secret. [She'll keep walking, though, keeping an eye on him. He is really pretty.]
[Look, maybe Faith just wants in his pants - who knows, but she figures assisting in a robbery should have earned a touch of trust... for a person she met at a bar a few hours ago. :|
[ he turns to walk backwards in front of her, hands in his pockets, to hear her answer, and it causes him to grin and then step off the sidewalk, nodding with his head down an alley. ] C'mon. [ they head into the relative privacy between buildings, and he stops, and then backs up beside a trash can. he reaches into his coat and yanks out what looks like a regular old... bag. pretty small, too. but when he opens it up, there's a strange distant popping noise, and he nods to her to come take a look inside. ] She'll be sure to fetch a pretty penny. Not as pretty as the one who helped fetch her in the first place, of course. [ his smile turns crooked, and if she looks inside, she'd be treated with staring into... an extradimensional space that is bigger on the inside than the outside. staring up at her is a large and fully intact painting about 6'6" by 4'. ]
[Faith knows absolutely nothing about art. Not even gonna roll for it, because all she sees is a GIANT old painting with some kids taking a bath or something. She's probably more interested in the bag, because THAT is actually something she's never seen before. Boring art? Not interested. Magic space bag?? It doesn't even look like it's heavy!]
Kinda thinking you have to have a specific guy that's interested in giant paintings... [That whole thing about items only being as valuable as someone is willing to pay for it.]
Magic. [ he closes it up and shakes it... it seems to be all but empty when he does ] The space inside doesn't really exist inside. It's just a way to wrap your head around it. A tiny pocket dimension, with a convenient little door here for me to access it.
Uh-huh. [Yeah, she's pretty much following along, but not really grasping how in the world someone gets their hands on something like that. Of course, she did work for a guy that turned into a giant snake... thing, so she shouldn't be too shocked.]
Well, it's a living. Not an honest one, but that's never really been much of a concern of mine. [ as he slips the bag away, he turns to raise an eyebrow at her ] It's hard to find a job that lets you live for the thrill of the moment.
[Faith keeps her eyes on him as he speaks. It's not that she doesn't get what he's saying. Being a Slayer was pretty much all thrill all the time (save for the chance of Death) and she definitely didn't get paid for that. In fact, she lived by the whole "Want. Take. Have." way of thinking. Living in dive motels that she paid by the day wasn't really her dream path. It had been easy with the Mayor and then prison provided for her courtesy of the taxpayers. She's pretty sure that Angel would've put her up if she wanted to stick around.
Now, she's here and she gets a paycheck, but - she's pretty sure helping this guy steal that woman bathing her kids painting isn't gonna be something she tells them about. They might try to take it out of her pay and she's positive she doesn't make that much money.]
No, I get it. Sometimes all you want is something to make you actually want to get up in the morning. Nine to five isn't my deal either, but is that all you do? Steal something expensive once in a while to get cash flow again?
It's rarely, if ever, about the money. Not that that isn't a perk, especially where I came from. I've done a lot with my powers. But I've found that it's using them that keeps things fresh. Honing them. Seeing how far I can push.
I'm not a shining example of what not to do in life and I got the prison time to show for it, but there's gotta be other ways of getting your chance at using them that doesn't require evacuating a museum.
I get the thrill and [She doesn't hide the amused smile that comes from recounting the tale of adventure and deception.] it was definitely high up on my list of ways to get my heart rate up, but there are other ways to push yourself.
Prison time. [ he repeats the phrase with some surprise but also a hint of ... amusement. ] Well, well.
[ glancing casually down the alley, he takes one step closer to her, and then turns to study her features with definite interest, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against her hair. ] I suppose you're right about that. I can definitely think of some other ways to get the blood pumping.
[She's good not to mention the whole... manslaughter charges. Or you know, "Hey I killed a man one time in an alley JUST LIKE THIS ONE. It was even near a trash bin, too!" because that's probably a mood killer.
Faith doesn't move away from the touch to her hair either. See: prior comments about him being pretty.]
Took a museum robbery to get you all the way to that idea, did it? [Yes, Quinn, she's pretty much stating that they could've skipped that part and he still would've had a chance with her.]
Took you walking in the room, actually. But it didn't seem as good of an opener. [ his fingers slide through the back of her hair and then he draws her closer, lingering for just a moment a hair's breadth apart to let his lips curve into a smile - and then he goes for it. ]
You'd be surprised. [Look, she's not saying she's easy to get into bed, but she's easy to get into bed.
Either way, she doesn't mind the closeness at all and when he goes for it - he gets it... and probably more than he expected, because Faith just opts to slide her hand up the front of his jacket, taking a fistful of it and pulling him closer. She's direct.]
[ he releases a pleased noise at the abruptly aggressive act, and his free hand winds around her waist, yanking her hips flush against his (str 20). the kiss is recklessly hungry, void of any subtlety about where he wants this to go. headlights illuminate the alley for a few seconds as a car turns down the street beyond, at just the right angle, creating a sense of being incredibly exposed, even if there's no one else visible. ]
[Faith isn't even gonna concern herself with a bit of need coming from him. Her own mentality being one of needing to get off after a good bit of Slaying and she's just saved the world. There wasn't much sex happening in Los Angeles, either. She's a tiny bit pent up. The strength isn't anything for her to concern herself with either. She can keep him in his place (str 28) without much effort, but she's good with just letting it roll where it goes. The lights in the alley stir a sound of amusement from her, but she doesn't stop kissing him. Her hand moves from the grip on his clothing to the back of his neck with every intention of keeping him right where he is.]
he all but grins against her lips when when she doesn't show any signs of stopping, and the hand on her back shifts to slide up under her shirt eagerly, his hand unusually warm against her back, especially in contrast to the slight chill of the evening air.
a spot check of 18+ will notice the wisp of smoke rising out of the dumpster beside them, or a wisdom check of 18+ will catch the smell of something burning, but he seems either oblivious or unbothered as he continues the heated kiss, yanking her back against the brick wall with him. ]
[A spot check of 11 (sad trombone) doesn't help her out here, but her wisdom IS 18, so she definitely can smell something burning. Given his preference earlier for a touch of arson, she is slightly concerned. Her fingers move up into his hair, tugging lightly as she pulls away from the kiss just enough to murmur something.]
Pretty sure the trash is on fire. [Which, by the way, won't smell very sexy at all if there is actually trash (or a homeless person) in there.
But with her statement re: the fire made... she'll just go back to kissing him. Any decisions about her safety and/or the risk of the fire department will be made... later.]
[ his eyes flash open at the comment, and for a moment, there seems to be a reflection of flames behind his eyes that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. his gaze is half-lidded with lust, and it seems to take him a second to register, especially when she yanks him back into a kiss, and he groans his approval, getting lost in the moment again. but eventually, between kisses he manages to say: ] Maybe-- we should take this-- somewhere a little less -- flammable.
[WELP. She isn't gonna bring him... to the castle (awk 9000+).
When he stops kissing her, there's actually a needy sound of adorable complaint that comes from her. She will deny it ever happening if asked. Still close to him, her hands play in the hair at the back of his head before dropping to his shoulder and then down his chest so she can (gently) press him away from her.]
You lead. [Because, again, she isn't gonna bring him back to the castle. HE HAS A PAINTING IN HIS POCKET.
[ his eyes crinkle with enjoyment of their apparent mutual... state (and yes. it's definitely both.), and he rubs a hand encouragingly against the skin of her lower back as he looks down the alley ] I've a place nearby. Temporary enough, so if something happens... [ his smile turns roguish as he winks at her, glancing at the smoking dumpster ] No harm done. [ he stares at the bin for a moment, seeming to concentrate hard, and as abruptly as it began, the smoke stammers to a stop. satisfied, he starts to pull her down the alley in the opposite direction, letting his hand drop down out of her shirt again, and sliding it into the back pocket of her jeans as they go. ]
[Faith is still way too interested in these fire starter skills Quinn has, so she's a bit distracted as he seems to stare the fire down and force it to surrender. At least, that's how she's going to say it happened if she ever has someone she can tell this story to.
While the narration is amused at his 80s back pocket hand move, Faith herself only cares about getting to their final destination. It that requires her being rather linked to him (something, again, she'd never admit to if asked) then that's what it'll take.
[ the 'temporary place' turns out to be... a shitty hotel, actually, which is probably familiar territory to faith. it's surprising, considering how much he probably is going to be able to fence that painting for, that he wouldn't be holed up in the ritz, and yet--
he doesn't offer an explanation either, just heads straight for the room, yanking the key out of his pocket, and gesturing for her to head in first. the room is small, but orderly, and much cleaner than the building looks on the outside. there's really not much of anything in the way of personal effects hanging around, aside from a few things in the bathroom, and a single suitcase sitting on the table.
before the door even closes behind them, he advances into her space, slipping one hand around her waist and closing the gap between them. ]
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Do you want to see the merchandise, at least?
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Sure; here I thought it was all some big secret. [She'll keep walking, though, keeping an eye on him. He is really pretty.]
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Best Knight.]
Yeah, I think so.
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Kinda thinking you have to have a specific guy that's interested in giant paintings... [That whole thing about items only being as valuable as someone is willing to pay for it.]
How's that thing work? [re: the bag]
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Convenient enough that you must do this a lot.
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Now, she's here and she gets a paycheck, but - she's pretty sure helping this guy steal that woman bathing her kids painting isn't gonna be something she tells them about. They might try to take it out of her pay and she's positive she doesn't make that much money.]
No, I get it. Sometimes all you want is something to make you actually want to get up in the morning. Nine to five isn't my deal either, but is that all you do? Steal something expensive once in a while to get cash flow again?
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I get the thrill and [She doesn't hide the amused smile that comes from recounting the tale of adventure and deception.] it was definitely high up on my list of ways to get my heart rate up, but there are other ways to push yourself.
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[ glancing casually down the alley, he takes one step closer to her, and then turns to study her features with definite interest, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against her hair. ] I suppose you're right about that. I can definitely think of some other ways to get the blood pumping.
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Faith doesn't move away from the touch to her hair either. See: prior comments about him being pretty.]
Took a museum robbery to get you all the way to that idea, did it? [Yes, Quinn, she's pretty much stating that they could've skipped that part and he still would've had a chance with her.]
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Either way, she doesn't mind the closeness at all and when he goes for it - he gets it... and probably more than he expected, because Faith just opts to slide her hand up the front of his jacket, taking a fistful of it and pulling him closer. She's direct.]
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he all but grins against her lips when when she doesn't show any signs of stopping, and the hand on her back shifts to slide up under her shirt eagerly, his hand unusually warm against her back, especially in contrast to the slight chill of the evening air.
a spot check of 18+ will notice the wisp of smoke rising out of the dumpster beside them, or a wisdom check of 18+ will catch the smell of something burning, but he seems either oblivious or unbothered as he continues the heated kiss, yanking her back against the brick wall with him. ]
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Pretty sure the trash is on fire. [Which, by the way, won't smell very sexy at all if there is actually trash (or a homeless person) in there.
But with her statement re: the fire made... she'll just go back to kissing him. Any decisions about her safety and/or the risk of the fire department will be made... later.]
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When he stops kissing her, there's actually a needy sound of adorable complaint that comes from her. She will deny it ever happening if asked. Still close to him, her hands play in the hair at the back of his head before dropping to his shoulder and then down his chest so she can (gently) press him away from her.]
You lead. [Because, again, she isn't gonna bring him back to the castle. HE HAS A PAINTING IN HIS POCKET.
Or he's just really happy to see her.
Or both.] I'll follow.
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While the narration is amused at his 80s back pocket hand move, Faith herself only cares about getting to their final destination. It that requires her being rather linked to him (something, again, she'd never admit to if asked) then that's what it'll take.
To the temporary nearby place!]
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he doesn't offer an explanation either, just heads straight for the room, yanking the key out of his pocket, and gesturing for her to head in first. the room is small, but orderly, and much cleaner than the building looks on the outside. there's really not much of anything in the way of personal effects hanging around, aside from a few things in the bathroom, and a single suitcase sitting on the table.
before the door even closes behind them, he advances into her space, slipping one hand around her waist and closing the gap between them. ]
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