gunsforhire | LOG: You're like an old perfume

Who: Agent Florida (native) and Agent Texas (native)
What: After breaking some of the Ai boys the day before, Tex is updating her informant on the new details learned.
Where: Tex's room in the For Hire base
When: Late 4/26
Warnings: Family drama, possible suggestive language/cursing

She's not sure yet how much of the recordings she's going to show Florida or how much to tell him, but he's her best way of finding out any other information and hell. Part of her trusts him. They have an agreement to keep anything said in their rooms and that house of his between the two of them and she knows his word is as good as a written contract.

Even with a day to process, the whole thing is a damn mess. Even more so after she got the signing translations from Maine. How could they have a namesign for someone they didn't know existed? And why were they repeating the same phrases over and over? She hates to admit it, but she could use a sounding board right now. Somehow Florida is stepping into that roll, if he's even that invested in this trail of searches.

She's sitting on the edge of her bed, tablet in hand, as she presses the button on that box he gave her. Now all there is to do is wait.

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"And equipment," she adds. That is a huge perk to have stumbled upon and she didn't even have to maintain any of it. "I'm already looking forward to our second date. You're good at what you do."

"You're just using me for my gear," he laughs happily. "I don't mind either. But pick a time and I'll see if I can make an appointment. And who knows, maybe you'll even let me get beyond cuffs next time."

"Tomorrow at seven." She should have her head on straight by then, right? "If I need to cancel, I'll let you know a few hours in advance. You did what I wanted last time, so if you have something already picked out to try I'll muster up the patience for suspension."

Never mind that's something she wants to try, anyway.

"Not ready for suspension yet," he chuckles. "But tomorrow night I'll tie my queen up in a pretty bow."

He presses his hands down her spine. "Tell me when my hands get too low."

"I didn't think you'd want to wait. Bow it is then." There's a small smile at the use of queen. She could get used to that. Maybe she should cook up a nickname to use for him.

"Don't go below the skin already exposed and you'll get to keep your hands."

"I do so love my hands," he laughs. "They get me into and out of so much trouble."

He behaves though, getting more lotion for his hands. "Once I'm done here you should take an nice shower to finish your unwinding. Or find someone to beat up."

"I'm starting to grow fond of them too," she teases. "I was already planning to go to the training room after this, maybe lasso one of the others into getting their ass handed to them."

"I suggest North. He'll give you the best workout," Florida smiles. "And he can handle your punches."

He stretches and lifts his hands from her. "Time for me to move on, reina."

"Don't let me keep you. If I have any more updates I'll pass them along and I'll meet up with you tomorrow." She feels better. More rejuvenated. She'll get to the bottom of whether or not this is her missing family and Florida's help will make it easier. Nothing she can do until she knows for sure.

She props herself up on her elbows to watch him as he gets ready to leave. She's not one for gratitude and knows there's still a game to be played. He's already expressed he sees having her on his side is a benefit, but still. He's doing more than he needs to if he's merely hoping to solidify a professional partnership.

"And thanks. For today."

Florida smiles softly at her and nods as he lifts the tray he'd brought in.

"I'm your friend. And here to help."

With that he winks and heads to the door.

LOG: You're like an old perfume

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