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[boilover]

Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]

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[mucked]

I do believe I'll need a bit more detail to properly ascertain whether the tragedy has been helped or not.

[ because of course she does. peggy is still indiscriminately trawling for information. she's not even trying to hide it, now. ]

[catchacold]

Just bring me some catnip and we'll be in the clear.

Taking that flask you mentioned as a substitute.

[mucked]

Is that an invitation for company and conversation?

[ -- well, it's not the worst idea. surely. ]

[catchacold]

I'd say so.

When you're free.

[mucked]

The oh-so-delightful byproduct of my time in this blasted mansion is that I find myself with considerably more hours to spare, in a day, than I'm accustomed to having.

[ which is a definitely too long-winded way of saying i'm quite pathetic and definitely often free. ]

[catchacold]

Ditto.

[It's fine, Peggy, he's been here for over a year. He knows.]

Not a lot of action most the time.

[mucked]

[ she frowns. thoughtful. oi, that rings a little bit like a trap. ]

And we're back to discussing action. [ because of course they are. ] For all you know, said hours back home were filled with filing.

[ and, often, they were. goddammit. ]

[catchacold]

And you're really so hard up finding filing action to fill in for that here? I'll give you some papers, if you want.

[He'd even write something on them, just for her.]

[mucked]

That's a hard no, I'm afraid. [ a beat. ] But I'm awfully good at minding phones and taking lunch orders.

[ and being sarcastic, apparently. ]

[catchacold]

[He lets out a low whistle to fake being impressed, smiling afterwards.]

How are your coffee making skills?

[mucked]

Wonderful. [ so so dry. ] Considering I can't abide by the stuff. You should see me pour it, too. Beautiful work.

[ someone shoot her now. ]

[catchacold]

Ever used it to scald someone?

[Hey, he's not the biggest fan of heat, but there's something to be said for its effectiveness at times.]

[mucked]

Surely never. [ ... ] At least, not in any way that could ever be mistaken for anything but an accident.

[catchacold]

Of course. Sometimes you just get clumsy, I'd imagine. Accidentally.

[mucked]

Happens to the best of us. [ 'clumsiness' -- or perhaps she's talking about her temper. hard to say. ]

[catchacold]

I'll say. [He nods his head, as if he has a lot of experience with actually being clumsy.

About as much as Peggy, he imagines.]

I'll pour for myself when we meet up.

[mucked]

You'll find I'm considerably more coordinated when good spirits are on the line, Mister Snart. Waste not want not.