Low Life

[Kenth Typho]

[member="Joza Perl"]

"Pretty sure it was you who asked me to stop after time six, darling." Locke pointed out from the pretty sight of his coffee cup. Yeah, it was a good batch, one of the best he had in a while, actually. Mostly because there was no time to actually make coffee since he got here, there was always another fight or another op to do.

It was a pain in the ass, actually.

First time in a long time he got to relax a bit.

"Oh?" He took another sip. Mmm, a bit bitter, but that's good after a night like this one. "Where you going then- or is that a state secret?"

Wouldn't surprise him.

This one had more secrets than even he did- well, that was a lie. Most definitely an exaggeration, but it did feel like she was being quite the sneaky sneakster about the things she did. Even in the afterglow, when they just laid there, there was still that aura of tightlippedness around here.

In some areas anyway.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Six?” A brow cocked in challenge. “I thought I’d fallen asleep after the third or fourth.” Though now that he mentioned it, she was a bit sore. Nothing a few painkillers, some comfortable reclining and a whole lot of whining couldn’t fix. Ivan probably wasn’t too tickled with her and likely wouldn’t put up with the pink woman’s complaining. But Ivan was also no fun.

“Coffee’s good.” She commented, taking another slow sip, now far more grateful for the brew as traces of her natural energy returned. “State secret?” She laughed, idly swirling the contents of the cup. “Nothing particularly exciting. Headed to the Kathol Sector for some work is all.” A beat passed as she nursed another mouthful of coffee before swallowing audibly.

“You’re welcome to come with, if you’d like. You’d make space travel much more entertaining, that’s for sure.”

A Cheshire grin stretched across her face, but the offer was legitimate, though maybe he’d think she was teasing. Ivan never wanted to play, Ivan only tolerated her because she paid him. Occasionally he would indulge in conversation but that was where the pleasantries ended.

Besides, she liked Elliot. From their banter in the bar to the romp in the sheets, he'd kept her interest. She wanted to know more, but wouldn't push it.

[member="Elliot Locke"]

 

[Kenth Typho]

[member="Joza Perl"]

She was a fun one.

Kept up with him too, which was more rare than you'd think, and he liked her. Part of him wanted to consider joining up with her for the trip. But it was only a passing fancy. Just as quickly as it entered his mind, it left again as it was pushed out by him.

His assignment was over, maybe, but he still had loose ends which needed to be tied up.

Crossing half the galaxy with the little beauty here didn't figure into that. Sadly. So Elly smiled, while getting out a cigarette and offering one for her as well.

"No can do, ma'am." The Agent responded, lighting up the stick and taking a puff. "Still got business to settle here sadly."

After the smoke came the coffee.

"Appreciate the offer though."

 

[Joza Perl]

There was a part of Joza that had been disappointed by his response, despite fully anticipating it. Nevertheless, she took the proffered cigarette with a tilt of her head in thanks. The lit stick settled between two fingers as she finished the last of her coffee, letting the mug rest on the counter with a satisfied sigh. Now feeling more awake, she slipped her feet into her shoes—ballet flats, thankfully. Easy to put on but not the best choice for long distance treks.

“It’s too bad,” Taking a short drag, she exhaled the smoke away from them both before closing the distance between them in a step or two. Her free hand came up behind his head, weaving patterns in his hair as she pressed her lips to his in a brief kiss.

“Until next time, Locke.” Pulling away, she inserted the cigarette between her lips and gave him a shifty smile around it. She wondered if there really would be a next time, but it seemed that they had a knack for running into each other. Maybe, she thought with mild amusement, they’d meet on the battlefield once more.

Snatching her coat from where she left it, Joza slipped out the door of his apartment. She made it only a few steps down the hall before pausing to rest against the wall, grimacing as she rubbed her hand just below her core.

Six times indeed, jackass.

[member="Elliot Locke"]