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She wasn't surprised to find herself in the bar and him already waiting for her. The place was packed and the energy was high for the night already. All it did was feed her grin. She thrived in settings like this, the clamor of voices and conversation giving her so many things to listening to and focus on. The only thing that really pulled her out of it was bright blue that she was looking for and of course he'd be smirking at her once she made it to the table.

"What, you got a problem with that too now?" she slid into her seat, crossing her legs under the table. She rarely wore anything but dresses as Fernando was used to seeing, tonight she couldn't stand to be in one and the professional capri length pants might have even looked foreign on her. A plain navi blue long sleeve shirt under her coat kept things casual but decidedly sleek. As always she appeared to be a lady, just one of the working kind rather than the her usual look.

She gestured at the glasses. "Thank you for waiting for me. How many bars do you frequent in the area?" she couldn't help asking if only because it seemed like every time she met him somewhere it was somewhere new. Not that she minded, it kept things fresh if nothing else.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Of course, and how many of them are actually fun to frequent?" it's both a tease and an honest question. Partly because she herself spends a fair amount of time in the bars when the timing allows. It's her way of being with people when no one else is awake, being surrounded by the liveliness of the night life without the same over the edge feeling the clubs generally had. Not to mention she wasn't interested in the advances she normally got there as much as the conversation she had an easier time finding at the bars.

"Which one's your favorite?" she watches him, and waits for him to pour his own before she touches her glass.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Killjoy." she teases back as their glasses clink. She enjoys the burn well enough and places the glass back down gently.

"Do you really not do anything but work with your life? Work and drink." it baffles her that it seems to be all she see, even when he's drinking he finds some way to bring his work back into it. It's not surprising in the least but to not have anything else in your life seemed like a waste of the world they were surrounded by to her. There's was much more to it than work.

But then again he was a classic workaholic. As far as she had seen.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Yes you make sure no one forgets how well adorned in titles you are Fernando." it's almost patronizing but in a playful sort of way, teasing him for reiterating the fact as much as he seems to. Mostly because it comes from what she's really getting at either being ignored or going over his head, both of which she's just learned to ignore.

She gives him a pointed look. "Well you should probably give me enough I'm at least not double checking everything at the end of the night to take up time and look busy." if he thought she'd been joking she wasn't, mundane paper work went swiftly for her as her talents catered to it. She remembered page to page well making the activities easy. If he ever paid attention to her work on the security cameras he was likely familiar with her brand of multitasking and the efficiency she had at it. "Unless you want more free time to keep you entertained."

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Perhaps." it comes with a tone and smile he will recognize. Her eyes are inviting. Because Isra isn't one to blatantly say yes but she's sure he's learned if he pushes the issue 'no' is very rarely in her vocabulary. Besides, she's not one to turn down a potential repeat on something so enjoyable, and he's much easier to find than new partners are. "You're entertaining enough."

She turns her glass around on the table, if only to occupy her mind while she searches for the right word. "I'm sure that will produce enough mess for me to be occupied for awhile." that was putting it lightly she was sure. After what they saw someone was bound to be in a tizzy over it. The whole thing had been a mess by the end of it. "If only because I can't tell if anyone else bothers with organization sometimes." then again things like the league were always laden with extra steps and disastrous protocols for things that should really be as simple as calling someone and getting them to say yes or no.

The woman handled the work of assistant well enough but she was certain to never bother for more, not because she couldn't but because she didn't want to waste her life away fighting with paperwork over a person. At least if it was a person she call them stupid and have it actually go somewhere.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"If you want to hear something ask for it." the coyness of her voice should be enough to tell him he'll get what he wants but only once she gets something in return. If things keep on this way the tit for tat may become too familiar and she makes a note in her head to watch it. Not because she's against it but because it gets boring and she hates boring. She has every intention of keeping him on his toes. Perhaps in more ways than one.

She does not deny another drink, silently agreeing that if they're going to have them they shouldn't wait. The night is young to her, she has plenty of time to enjoy it but she's aware enough now to know he should sleep more than he does.

"Going to abandon us to the office while you go out and play they?" there might be a hint of disappointment in her tone as she takes another drink. "How uncouth." the slight indignation is to cover the fact that she might actually be upset about it, if only a little. She's only just begun to take a liking to him. She's not eager to lose hold of it so soon.

FERNANDO SILPH