Scene setting – Jax’s Coffee House.
co-written with Moo & VunG.
VunG: Elissa almost immediately started glaring daggers at Tommy after that stunt, mostly just for the embarrassment of having spit up some of her coffee. Still, her anger cooled almost immediately as the girl showed her concern and gave her some napkins to clean it up. While it was obviously just the girl’s job, she definitely seemed genuine… but there was that look she had… like she’d just seen a ghost. Grabbing the napkins with a polite nod, she went about cleaning herself… and quickly realized that her scarf was acting up again. Wincing with annoyance, she went ahead and fixed it before continuing. This whole thing was a joke. The three ‘investigators’ were making fools of themselves in front of this poor girl, and she was being so patient with them. She and Tommy were going to have words though, a little something he probably hadn’t heard about called subtlety. As the X-Files/Hardy Boys conversation went on, she immediately smacked her forehead with annoyance and went back to her coffee, waiting for the pain to end.
Once it did, she added to Frank’s ranting with an irritated addition of, ~It’s not like people knowing that the X-Files were based on a true story would send people panicking or anything.~ Still, she wasn’t quite as angry as Frank, more just irritated at Tommy’s poor judgment. Though… with all the things to get pissed off about, she actually scoffed a little at Frank’s annoyance about the choice of Nancy Drew; she liked Nancy Drew. It was what got her interested in police work as a little girl. Still, he had a legitimate reason for being irritated.
As Frank made to leave, even going so far as to pay for ALL of their tabs, she sighed and looked between the two men, debating the detective’s offer before nodding and downing what little remained of her coffee and gestured in a lead on manner. However, as they got up to leave, she gestured to Tommy the moment Frank’s back was turned, ~I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.~ Her expression was apologetic, and she actually thought that the man was being a touch unreasonable, but that said it wasn’t like he didn’t have a right to be. Someone needed to make sure he didn’t do something stupid, and obviously he wasn’t in a mood to take Tommy’s advice… as suspect as that was now if for no other reason than judgment.
Sasha had been smack in the middle of drafting something, his computer whining plaintively as he worked on the exact dimensions for a piece of a transmission. And when Sophia came over and said his name he jumped and sent his mark flying way off into the space of the CAD program, letting out a startled yelp as he realized someone was near him. Before he could even get worked up over the mistake (would’ve been more towards himself than anything), he looked up and realized it was just Sophia working here. “Oh!” he responded happily, quickly straightening up and hitting *ctrl-z* on his keyboard to fix that screw-up, “Heya, wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.” He’d realize quickly enough that she was waiting to take his order, and he’d look up into space thoughtfully before shrugging and saying, “I’ll have a mocha, thank ya.” Chuckling to himself, he looked around at the are and commented to her, “You picked a cozy place to work.”
Moo: Sophia had at least noticed Tommy’s smile fade away as she helped clean up the mess. It was a relief, to say in the least…she’d managed to go on undetected. She dared not look his way again until his comment. It was funny enough that she laughed lightly. The man was humorous, to say in the least, even though the other two didn’t seem to appreciate it as much as Sophia did. Elissa took the napkins she offered, so the woman would be able to continue with her work. She moved away from the three thereafter. Honestly, she was feeling a little guilty…she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder as Tommy received glares. She’d bit her lip before turning to address Sasha.
Awkwardly enough, she had managed to make him jump, and had to bite back a light snicker. It couldn’t be helped; this guy really was pretty jumpy, and in a rather comical way. He’d even managed it during the mission the previous night when he’d hid under the car shouting nope over and over. She hadn’t gotten the chance to laugh at it then, but looking back on it now, she could…as twisted as it was. “Sorry about that,” she cut in rather quickly with a smile. “I know… What a coincidence!” Though, she couldn’t help but feel happy about it; excited, even. She nodded her head while he gave his order, lifting a hand to fix her loosening bangs, tucking them behind her ear. “I really did… I love it here.” Sophia’s smile had lessened a bit, but it was a genuine smile that showed her appreciation for the place. She’d come to know her co-workers and boss pretty well, so it was kind of like a second family. Plus, who couldn’t appreciate the smell of coffee and baked goods? The coziness was something she really needed, as she would return to an apartment that wasn’t hers, incomplete with boring furniture and blank walls. “Well, I’ll get that for you. Good luck with…” With a slight pause, she glimpsed at his computer. “You know.” She gave a small half chuckle, looking a little apologetic for not knowing exactly what it was the man was up to. But she assumed it was a project for college, as he was a super nerd. “Mocha…” Sophia turned away from him, tutting to herself lightly while she began to walk towards her area behind the counter.
Only, she couldn’t help but overhear the last bit of conversation between the three investigators. Her smile was quickly brought down…hooking into a frown instead. She’d caused the three to bicker among themselves, apparently. Tommy being the scapegoat. Her fingers tapped against the tray she held while she debated momentarily on what she could do to ease the situation between them. Normally, it wouldn’t be her business, but she did have a hand in it. So she turned again and approached the three, her frown being forced away. The new expression wasn’t much better, as it showed her concern. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you were leaving so soon.” It brought a small smile to her face when she looked at Frank. “Will you be coming back?” In any case, she was interested in the investigators and their work. Whatever had been in that picture, it was something she could relate to the work she had been forced to do the previous night. But how had they obtained such a thing? More than that…she wanted to ensure she would be able to talk to them about this at some point in time. So she could fix it now. “I think it’s amazing that you invest so much time…into your work…” Sophia had to think about how to go about this. “Personally, I’ve never seen a ten tonne slug–” a pause for a chuckle. “But I do believe that you’ll find a story worth the front page, Tommy. Sooner or later. And all of you will find whatever it is you’re looking for.” This woman’s benevolence was probably getting the best of her again. She quieted for several moments, fidgeting while she chewed on her lip…only to glance up at Frank again. “Do you mind if I get your number?”
Where had that come from? Why look at him? “Ah! I mean… I’m interested in what you’re researching…so… If I could get both of your numbers…” The blush that had crept onto her cheeks was rather apparent while she fumbled with her tray and nearly dropped it. She wouldn’t be asking for Elissa’s number only because of the obvious…the woman was mute and it would be hard to converse with her. But she would be glad when she got the chance to see her again. “W-well…In any case…I hope I see you all soon,” she managed to add, sort of closing her little one-sided conversation.
Razorbackwriter: Elissa’s signing brought about a sigh from Tommy. He hadn’t meant to make such an ass out of himself around the waitress and his companions. Truth be known he could have handled things a lot more delicately than going off on a bizarre rant about fictional detectives. Maybe it was the lack of sleep getting to him, or maybe it was due to the fact that Frank tried to sharpen up in front of the young girl. And guys say women are hard to understand. Frank took everything related to his dead partners case very seriously, and to see Tommy make a mockery of it was a real blow to his pride. The jovial Frank from before was gone, replaced by a stony face as he tugged on his own jacket as though marking time and waiting for Elissa to follow him. But just as Frank was about to head for the door, the cheery waitress was back and showing a bright smile as she said. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you were leaving so soon.” The way she held herself and spoke with such sincerity stopped Frank in his tracks. It was almost like he was now conflicted, from how he ranted at Tommy just a few moments before, to suddenly having someone being nice to him. “I just got a coffee stain on my shirt. Need to change it before work, since I am on the clock.” Frank was referring to his work, which was one of his ports of call that morning. The Commander didn’t appreciate his officers coming in wearing the same clobber they had on the night before. This might have made things awkward for Elissa, to have to stand and watch. There was another pause, as the waitress asked“Will you be coming back?” The detective didn’t expect this question and was slow to respond. “…Err…sure, it’s a nice place.” Again his eyes darted back to Elissa, as he didn’t give Tommy a chance to make a crack remark, quickly adding.“Great coffee.” Frank showed a slight smile, while the waitress then started speaking in a friendly tone to Tommy and the others about how she admired their dedication. It was almost a total switch from when she tried to avoid the whole mention of the “ten tonne slug”.
Tommy was already closing his lap top and trying to find his cigarette packet in his jacket, while Sophia said that he would make front page one day. This had him chuckle lightly. “Yeah, Frank will have murdered me for another jack ass remark. That would be front page stuff.” The ice broke between the two men, and Frank couldn’t help but interject. “No, not murder, mate…..I’ll make it look like an accident.” Frank and Tommy held each other’s gaze for a moment, and both started to laugh. “Touche’ “ Tommy said, now looking more at ease as the tension seemed to filter away. Sophia asked for their numbers, and both men shrugged, while digging about in their coats for their cards. Tommy found his first, which was a white card, gold lettering. He handed it over, while Frank was pulling all manner of things out of his pockets – nothing looking like a card. Instead he took up a napkin and scribbled his number on it, before offering it to Sophia.
Tommy went to stand and then patted his friend on the shoulder. “Friends again?” the reporter asked hopefully. “I have a spare shirt in my trunk.” What a peace offering.