whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Aren't ladies supposed to have a little mystery?

Looks like I'd be good for Tuesday evening.

We are terribly good at secrets.

Beer?

It's a way of life.

Are you a mind reader?

I didn't think you would favor a fine wine. Am I wrong?

I can appreciate a good wine but it's not my first choice.

I'll find something to your taste.

Thanks. Though what kind of a guest would I be if I didn't contribute anything? Want something for yourself?

Surprise me.

Challenge accepted.

[Saya is calmly arranging things - very calmly - and waiting for her visitor in the Warehouse.]

[He's coming on foot. Larry finishes up his cigarette outside. He opted to bring a box of chocolates for the lady. And they weren't cheap. One deep inhale and he lets it fall to the sidewalk. The man crushes it under his nicely polished shoe.

The man made it a point to look nice but not too nice. This is Freddy's boss. She probably wants company. That's it. And he's coming for company. That's it. To the door he goes to give a knock.]

[She opens the door and smiles up at him; even wearing her characteristic heels, he's taller than she is, although not by much]

Come in.

[Heels lengthen legs. And she sure has legs. Except Larry's not gonna stare at them. He smiles at her.]

Good evening.

[Legs shown off by an extremely short skirt, no less. She moves away from the door, her heels clicking on the cement floor]

I hope you're well.

[Ain't it kind of chilly to be wearing that in this weather? Larry himself has a coat that he's shrugging off.]

I am. Bumpy week, s'all over now. Yourself?

[The warehouse is like a play land of motorcars. It works best to keep his kind of company.]

[It is outside, but Saya keeps the inhabited portions of the warehouse warm and toasty]

Fine. I'm glad you could come.

[Not precisely true, but true enough. She reaches into a rumbling refrigerator and pulls out a beer for him and a bottle of something for herself]

[Oh, so it isn't just Larry? Okay.]

We haven't had a talk in awhile. Shit. I feel a little bad after you've been shot any ol' joker can poke around. In fact we don't live too far apart. You ever get any trouble like that, you can call.

[Beer? He smiles.]

You're swell. I brought you a little somethin'. [He sets the box of chocolates on the table. And no, it isn't shaped like a heart.]

It's just a scar, now. I healed up quite well.

[She opens the box and tilts her eyes his way]

Thank you.

Where did you take a hit? If I can ask.

[She said it was from an ugly woman. But can she shoot? That is another question.]

You're welcome. Least I could do. [He lifts the beer in a cheers before cracking it open.]

[Saya matter of factly moves the shoulder of her blouse aside, showing her bra strap and a rounded, faint scar against her shoulder. Then she takes his free hand and places a finger just against it]

There.

[Larry looks up anticipating a verbal answer. Oh, not so much. That's a decent scar. It doesn't belong on no lady. Especially when she's not packing...arms...that way.]

Ones like that. They're nasty.

I hope it will fade more. What do you think?

I'm sure it will. They make lotion for that I hear.

[He hopes to clean his palate and clear his mind with a sip of the beer. Oh, damn.]

This is good stuff.

I'll look into it.

[She laughs a little]

Is it? I don't often drink beer, I'm glad I chose something interesting.

Not all beer is bad. Though it does have quite a reputation. Have a bit if you want. I mean, if anything know what good beer tastes like.

[To be fair. Is that forward? Perhaps. Larry leans on the counter top.]

So. What's this about, Saya? Is your employee giving you trouble?

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