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[attr="class","giada i"]"busy's an understatement," she muses with a slight laugh. each receptionist has their own sort of issues to attend to, leaving no room for the man to do much besides just stand there waiting. and while she's looking forward to crawling into her bed, he's piqued her interest enough for her to linger.

"what kinda article?" an eyebrow raises and a hand settles to a hip but instead of waiting for him to answer, she shifts through topics like clothes in a closet. "i could help you find who you're looking for if you're interested?"

except, turns out, she's the one he's looking for. her grin widens and she's stepping closer to take his hand.

"giada," she leaves the last name off for now. while brown might be a totally rad last name, it doesn't suit her but appearances and identities have to be upheld. there's only a little no good in her eyes when she purrs. "pleasure's all mine." and then, she's dropping his hand because if she held it any longer it'd be considered odd. she'll let out a light laugh, though, at the circumstances. "guess you didn't need help after all, huh?" it's only half a tease if she stops to think about it.

and while she's expecting him to ask questions, she's not exactly done asking her own. they continue to slip out with the tilt of a head and the mild purr of a luxray at her knees. "so, what can i do for you, darling?"

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]a polite smile meets a smirk and while she kind of, sort of understands boundaries, it's difficult to give a shit about them when the man looks like that. she'll try to be good, though. last thing she needs is a bad article written about her. god, marcel would have her head.

"why the interest in that?" she drawls. it makes sense, she supposes. you know, the whole brutally murdered angle makes for a good read but if he already knows what happened, why seek her out? truthfully, she doesn't mind discussing it or even thinking about it but man, she'll need something a little stronger than coffee for that.

perhaps that's why she slips close enough to brush against his arm, smirk never wavering. "i'll tell you whatever you'd like to hear," she murmurs before her voice dips to a whisper and it's definitely intentional when she leans into his personal space. "but only if you get a drink with me."

pick your poison, journalist. she doesn't give him a moment to answer, already slinking toward the door whether he agrees or not. there is, however, a moment where she'll throw an expectant glance over her shoulder. as if she knows he'll follow. for the story or whatever, right?

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]a good story. she'll gladly give him that, maybe more if boundaries are pushed as far as she wants them to be.

anyway, the walk is surprisingly short. she doesn't bother to fill the spaces between them with idle chatter. no, she's a girl on a mission, focused on the destination. and while it's probably a little sad that getting to the bar earns more focus than an actual job, she realistically could not give a shit so it's fine.

"so," she finally pipes up as the door swings open and the mild noise of the bar greets them. she's leading him in without waiting for him to decide this probably isn't a good idea. no hesitation, no consideration. just drinks on the mind, really. "what're you having?" as a thanks for accepting the invitation, it's only polite for her to buy the first round.

giada takes a little more care to swing herself onto a stool than she normally would. body still kinda healing and all that jazz. besides, unless she wants to rip wounds back open, it's better to take it easy. the nurses would not be happy to see her again, that much is certain. only when she's settled does she turn to face him and that smirk is still lingering on her features, still curling at the corners of her lips. it almost seems to grow in the dim light of the bar.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she has to keep her hum from dipping into purr territory. good taste, huh? well, some might say she has no taste and others might say her choices are immaculate. depends on the audience, perhaps. and maybe that's why she decides to start them off a little easier than usual. she directs her attention to the bartender, missing the way finn's eyes linger a little too long on her.

"whiskey, please," she murmurs, smirk shifting a little until it's flirtatious and earning a look from the bartender. he's probably seen her here before this, drinking herself under the table without a care. oh well, who hasn't by now?

oooh, a recorder! she's not sure why it amuses her but having their imminent conversation kept to play back later is more entertaining than she would've thought. maybe it's because she has absolutely no filter and he's more than likely gonna end up with something spicy on a tape. oops?

"not at all," the smirk doesn't change but her tone does. there's a slight dip, a slight dive into uncharted territory. how many boundaries can she push now? we're boutta find out! "i wouldn't blame you if you didn't use any quotes and simply just wanted to hear my voice." a wink follows and then the clinking of glasses against a counter. her attention shifts away from teasing him to the drink before her.

and in true giada fashion, she's already knocking it back before he can wrap a hand around his own.

the empty glass settles back down and her eyes return, expectant and almost waiting. "what's first, love?"

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]right, time to recount to the best of her ability. she ignores the way he doesn't even sip at the drink, if only because it's probably not best to hound him into getting drunk with her. no, gotta stay professional or something.

she raises a finger to signal for another, as if coming to understand the bartender was waiting for her to ask for more. and naturally, she always does.

the new drink settles by the time she begins and for a moment, it's untouched.

"i came across the body first," she murmurs. "or, better yet, what was left of it. shit was a disaster. straight out of a horror movie, blood everywhere. the body was still relatively warm from what i could tell so i tried to track the guy who did it." she pauses to swirl the drink around her glass, watching the way the ice clinks softly against the edges. it's downed a moment later and she continues. "i ended up stumbling upon some ranger who, turns out, ended up being a big help. but, anyway, we were ambushed almost immediately."

she doesn't bother to signal the bartender again. instead, she shifts her eyes away from the empty glass to finn. only when she finds his eyes does she continue.

"we almost died trying to get answers so," another pause, this time because the bartender returns with an expectant look. she nods and shifts in her seat. "i doubt his fans will get any. whatever answers there were died with the bastard."

the third drink clinks against the counter as she falls silent, as she waits for the inevitable questions to begin.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]does she lie and try to pass it off as something it wasn't? the reasoning behind her involvement isn't the best, really. besides, how do you say you just wanted the reward money? apparently, easily.

"i originally took on the job to get some extra cash," she offers, leaving her drink alone. it's a little wet with condensation when she eventually wraps her fingers around it. "but seeing as the guy was dead and all, i figured the next best prize was capturing the guy who did it." of course, things are never that simple.

the next drink is finished by the time he asks the next question. and maybe it's becoming a little bit of a drinking game to her now. a drink for an answer. he isn't playing well, though. his drink is still untouched, still simply sitting in his hand. her eyes drop to it for a moment before they return to his face.

"why do you think?" it's only half sarcastic but enough for her to sigh and then push her glass away. the bartender collects it and leaves another within minutes. "kill the witnesses or heroes or whatever, right? that's the only logical reason, anyway." but to attack so brutally, so viciously? yeah, she still hasn't grasped that part of it yet. the reasons elude her and she simply chalks it up to self defense instead of wondering if it was just for chasing the thrill.

Finley Black