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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 10:37:32 GMT -5
She turned the bacon over with a spatula.
"Well. At least we're on the same page now, right? I mean, I kind of figured it out on my own, but I thank you for your honesty."
She smiled encouragingly.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 12:13:48 GMT -5
His own smile was a lot wobblier.
"I can promise you, it won't be a problem any more now that I'm out of a job."
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 12:16:33 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," she said, starting to laugh as she began plating up the bacon.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 13:50:27 GMT -5
"I don't suppose you know anyone who needs their umbrella carried."
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 13:52:04 GMT -5
Megan looked over at him and started laughing harder.
"Oh my god, are you serious?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 13:56:57 GMT -5
Oswald gave her a look. "What's so funny?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 14:16:04 GMT -5
This time, the sound her hands made on the counter was completely intentional, right on top of the plates on one hand and the unheated permanent skillet on the other. The result was a loud, furious bang.
"Nothing!" she snapped. "There is absolutely nothing funny about this in the slightest! God only knows what I'm bringing down on my head fishing you out of the Hudson like a rag somebody dropped in the sink-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 14:41:34 GMT -5
"I thought not."
It would have been more intimidating if the skillet had been on. Fish Mooney would have done it.
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 15:09:27 GMT -5
"You are not going back to Gotham," she said, grabbing the bottle of Midol and taking two of them herself with a swig of orange juice. "Just accept that you're alive and take the chance to start over again. You're not about to drag me down into whatever mess you were part of just because I decided I wasn't going to walk by when you were dying. How deep were you? Small deals carry their own umbrellas."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 15:52:54 GMT -5
"If you don't want in, you don't need to know."
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 17:46:37 GMT -5
"How deep were you?" she repeated. "I at least should probably know the names of the people who might end up coming to kill me-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 13:15:44 GMT -5
"Not that deep, Jesus." Oswald straightened a little bit in his seat, mildly rustled. "You wouldn't know her."
Not unless Megan loved attending Gotham's hottest nightspots and given how scornful she was of the idea of an all-vampire neighborhood she almost certainly did not.
"I'm not about to go eating in restaurants, all right? I know how to lie low."
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 13:25:07 GMT -5
The her part was unexpected.
"Well, that's good for you. I'm not particularly important on my own, but there'd be a big can of worms opened if I went missing. I'm telling you that in advance."
She pushed a small plate with turkey bacon on it toward him like a dare.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 13:51:43 GMT -5
"Well, lucky you." He bit into a piece of bacon decisively. In fact, it was probably good for both of them -- though it'd be tough to explain to a couple of guys with baseball bats that actually, she worked for a real corporation with stock market offerings and everything. She'd be better off explaining that she was in tight with five Vikings and a gay giant.
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 14:05:20 GMT -5
"You don't believe me, do you?"
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