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[smokedout]

[As usual, Dodger seems to have an aversion to doors to any sort of announcement of his presence. After their video chat ends, several minutes pass by until he just sort of appears from the floor in a burst of sparks. His breathing is a bit louder than usual, but only because he teleported repeatedly to get here.

In all honesty, he doesn't know where they stand after their last encounter. So he keeps his distance, offering Enis a lazy wave.]

Hey.

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[blindpuppet]

[She isn't surprised when Dodger suddenly appears at the foot of her bed.]

Hey. [Enis shifts and moves so that her back is resting against the far wall.] Sit. [She gestures to the end of the bed as she takes a swig from the bottle. Living in the dorms means that she doesn't have glasses readily available but they've shared fluids worse than spit so she assumes that he won't mind.]

Here.

[She passes him the bottle, suddenly thankful that their the only ones currently at the dorms.]

[smokedout]

[He takes the bottle and slides onto the bed in a single motion, before adjusting himself to sit more comfortably. For a moment he just swirls the bottle and watches the liquid inside, before downing just under a quarter of it. It's like drinking the nectar of the gods, after being cut off from anything stronger than wine.]

Holy fuck. [He gasps, before passing it back to her with a mild laugh.] This and a couple joints could make a night.

[blindpuppet]

Drugs don't affect me so I have never understood the allure.

[She takes the bottle of whiskey back and takes a healthy swig though not as much as he'd inhaled. Enis also keeps it in her lap for a little while so she can take a few more sips before it's gone.]

But you came to tell me a story.

Didn't you?

[smokedout]

They don't, huh?

[That's a third date idea out the window. Some less than kind part of his brain itches with curiosity, but he pushes it down.]

I did, sure. About me and Stevenson, yeah? We met a couple months back, through work. Don't know where my boss finds people, but I sorta handle the, ah, HR and training for new folks. Make sure they're ready for the sort of work we do. Far as I'm concerned, Stevenson's still in training.

[He'd slipped up with Jason around and called him by his first name, but without him around he wants it clear that they aren't friends. It's for his pride, mostly.]

[blindpuppet]

[It isn't that drugs don't effect Enis but it takes an awful lot. It's the same way with alcohol which is why she can probably drink Dodger under the table despite being so small.]

Not to my knowledge but I don't have much experience with anything besides medical treatments. [Which she carefully composes herself.

Enis takes another sip of the whiskey and then another.] You are in HR? [That almost makes her laugh.]

What sort of work is that?

[smokedout]

[He raises a brow slightly, but he guesses most hiring managers don't have scars running across their faces.]

Security, mostly. My boss runs a pretty big weapons production company, always needs people to make sure shipments are moving through unhindered. [His hand wanders boldly over her thigh, before swiping the bottle back to take a swig. It's tamer, but he still drinks too quickly to savor it.] Stevenson isn't much for muscle but he's got some wicked powers. There's some potential there if someone cracks him open.

[blindpuppet]

[Enis slides towards him so that her legs are straddling Dodger on either side of the bed. She lightly places her hand on his chest and then lowers her voice to a sultry whisper.] I will crack you open if you finish all my whiskey. [And she swipes the bottle back from him.] This is the only bottle I have.

[She doesn't really mind if he does but she enjoys being argumentative when she can get away with it and it's easy where Dodger is concerned.]

What powers does he have?

[smokedout]

That's confidential. I don't reveal employee information without a proper payment.

[Which is, you know, obviously digging for a bribe.

While she's drinking he pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with the snap of his fingers. He takes a long pull before offering it to Enis, smoke seeping from his lips as he speaks.]

Sufficed to say, humans can't keep up in our industry. Not without a lot of modifications.

[blindpuppet]

I could just ask him myself.

[She counters as she watches the flame flick from the tips of his fingers.] But if I was to bribe you. What would you want? [Enis places the bottle of whiskey between her thighs, noticing that there is maybe a fourth of the liquor left, and takes the cigarette. It doesn't affect her but the scent of smoke is interesting as it rolls along her tongue.]

Are you implying that I am human?

[She might have been... once... but she isn't anymore.]

[smokedout]

And if he tells you anything, I'll kick his ass.

[He probably won't. He goes too soft on that kid.

His gaze follows the bottle down between her legs, and he cocks a brow as his eyes snap back to hers. Really, she has absolutely no right to be so attractive. His hand lingers a bit too long in her lap before he takes the bottle back, finishing it off and accenting with a silent burp. Classy.]

And you're implying you're not. [He looks her over with a calculating gaze, but it's really more of an excuse to stare at her body a while longer.] So, what are you then?

[blindpuppet]

Noted.

[Enis knows that from an outside perspective she is attractive. It's something she'd learned when she was still her fathers prisoner but she isn't sure she knows what that means. It holds some value in social situations but that is all she can see as a benefit of her appearance.

Her brow furrows when he finishes the last of her whiskey.] Your guess is as good as mine. [She has no idea what her father had done to her because that data is lost.

She rests her wrist on her knee, the cigarette lightly pinched between her thumb and forefinger.]

Tell me. [Her tone softens slightly as demand is replaced by curiosity.] What do you think?

[smokedout]

[He leans down to set the bottle down on the floor, and takes a moment to consider. So far he knows that she isn't bound by the same limits that humans are as far as self-harm, but he's seen the mentally ill do just as much damage. There's no reason to assume she's a mutant, but she's right - she isn't quite human either.]

I think you're fascinating. [Which is a neutral comment, coming from him.] And I think you're holding that smoke wrong.

[blindpuppet]

[She rolls her eyes and holds the cigarette out for him to take.]

I can't say I've had someone teach me how to hold something that's on fire. [Dodger himself not withstanding.

Enis pauses, her vibrant blue eyes inspecting Dodger curiously.] You aren't a fan of complete thought are you? [It really annoys her that she can't guess what's going on in his head. He doesn't think like a normal person because he's fucking insane and it's constantly keeping Enis on her toes.]

[smokedout]

[He takes the cigarette from her and holds it between his index and middle finger, as if showing off the proper technique.]

I'm a fan of keeping my thoughts to myself.

[He takes a longs drag, burning it nearly to the filter, before leaning forward to breathe the smoke in her face as he speaks. Their lips are barely an inch apart, although he'll be leaning back to smoke again if she tries to close the gap.]

So. About that bribe.

[blindpuppet]

[Tendrils of velvety vapor fill her nose as she inhales the secondhand smoke.]

I thought the whiskey was the bride.

[He had drank most of it.]

[smokedout]

That was a bribe for learning how I know him. Power sets are a little more expensive. [He does lean back, then, although he keeps grinning lazily at her.] It was good, though. Wouldn't mind coming back if you get your hands on more.

[It's been really itching at him that he's cut off from his main fixes - it just isn't worth it to steal when Max keeps such a close watch out for him.]

[blindpuppet]

[Enis does not look amused.]

Fine. What sort of bribe are you looking for. I doubt Max is going to let me get you a supply of liquor since our last conversation had been public. [She enjoys Dodger for what he is but she isn't going to risk Max's ire. She rather likes the gruff man.]

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[snowjoke]

hey... i'm not a dog

uh

you free?

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[blindpuppet]

[She's a little surprised to see a message from Jason but it's an oddly pleasant surprise. After pausing in her work she sends him a text back.]

I'm free. I'm in the first dorm if you want to talk in person.

[snowjoke]

[There's no answer for a few minutes before he decides to text back]

pls


ill be there soon


[It's 20 minutes before Jason show's up and all there is a very quiet knock on the door.]

[smokedout]

[The smile slides off of his face, and he cocks his head a bit. He guesses he's hit a boundary, but they'd been having fun before. There's no point in taking things seriously, with a girl like her.]

Relax. I can handle Tinder - he said himself he can't kill me for good.

[It's a sore spot, though. Tinder is more powerful than most of the people he's rubbed up against before, and he doesn't like feeling powerless. For a moment he might even look hesitant.]

[blindpuppet]

Come in. I'm not getting up.

[Enis is sitting on her bed with her laptop balanced on her knees in front of her. She has on a large baggy sweater that acts as a dress.

She lives in the dorms with a handful of others but no one else seems to be around right now.]

Sit, relax or don't. Whatever works.

[snowjoke]

[The door swings open and Jason stumbles in swinging it half hazard behind him. He does not have any of the energy that was there before. He was in some pajamas that looks like he's been in them for a few days.

He makes his way over and just climbs onto her bed curling up against her side. He was very sad and has been having a hard time keeping it together.

He was a long stick-thin man who looks like he hasn't slept in awhile. He doesn't say anything to her, just curls into her side. ]

[blindpuppet]

[Enis exhales a soft huff. She misses her whiskey but really that's her own fault for inviting him over in the first place.]

Does that mean you want whiskey? [She looks curious but uncertain. She isn't sure what Dodger is really looking for and so far all of her guesses have been wrong.]

What is it really Dodger?

What do you want? [From her or in general. She'd take any answer because Dodger really isn't like anyone else she's ever met.]