Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:20:46 PM)
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Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:21:00 PM)
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Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:22:30 PM)
::Leon knocked on the door and entered:: Heeeey, how'd ya'll like dat pie? ::he was wearing one of his gray suits without a tie, offering his sugary-sweet grifter's smile:: You ain't busy, yeah?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:24:31 PM)
*lifts the clove she'd hidden beside the desk..as if the smoke were somehow unnoticable without it's visible presence* Jes reports.. Nuthin cayn't hold off. *looking up as she closes out a screen on her computer with a few more clicks* You got sumthin good?

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:26:00 PM)
::he spread his arms wide and smiled:: Jus' lil ole me, belle. Ain't dat good 'nough for you, eh? ::he walked toward her slowly and chuckled:: An' how do you get away wi' smokin' in here?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:29:04 PM)
So far..so good. *sits back in her desk chair and swings her feet up on the desk with an impish smile* Ain'tchu s'posed ta be de dahtective? Deteck.

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:30:21 PM)
*bringing the clove up to take a long drag and blow smoke rings at the gumshoe*

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:30:55 PM)
((Pseudo afk to put kids to bed!))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:32:28 PM)
Ahhh a'right, I see where dis is headin'. ::he closed his eyes and put two fingers to his temple and smiled, as if he were lost deep in thought. He looked around the room. Leon slowly walked over to a lab table and wiped a finger across the corner, inspecting the finger afterward:: Hrm. Clues, clues,clues, clues...::he said as he looked around, wiped his finger on his thigh:: Ah! I got it! ::he looked to her:: My powers of deduction are tellin' me dat da chief is gon' have yer gorgeous lil head onna platter if he catch you doin' dis.

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:37:10 PM)
*she smiles slowly* Maybe so, maybe no. He don care so long as the firemen stay away. *watching the detective cheerfully as he nears the black silk tophat in the corner, with a small bottle and a plate sitting beside it on a bright red and gold cloth*

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:39:21 PM)
::Leon look a pen from his pocket and approached the fire alarm. He reached up his arm and brushed the pen against the plastic over it:: unless someone done took dis off ::he chuckled:: ((sorry but I have a client so I'm going to be LUDICROUSLY slow))

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:44:23 PM)
((No worries. ^_^)) *grins* Now dat would be a damn fool ting for someone smart to do. Dat would deprive that someone of my expertise.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:45:37 PM)
::he poked at the plastic again, teasingly:: Oh, well, dat someone would have to be some kind o' detective or somefing to make sure dat you have to work wif 'em. ::he lowered the pen and gave her a cheeky grin:: So, what's one o' da two prettiest lil technicians got on her plate today?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:47:05 PM)
Which plate? *each first finger pointing to a different one* Ooorr.. you could try one of each and fine out.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:47:30 PM)
Dat an invitation? ::he smiled::

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:49:16 PM)
Always! *grinning*

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:49:59 PM)
((*rolls a d10 to see which plate ya get to start with*))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 3:52:53 PM)
::he smiled and moved over to a plate, looking at it:: so, wadda we got here?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:53:03 PM)
((*now knows*)) Can always try whatevah you like, Mista Vaillancourt. *smiling sweetly*

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:53:44 PM)
**looks like two plates in the office, both containing cornbread biscuits**

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 3:56:35 PM)
((Scene tonight around 10pm EST! ))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:04:06 PM)
((YAY!))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:04:37 PM)
::He smiled:: carnbread biscuits? ::switching to cajun french:: -cf- Darling, you know how to make a man feel special

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:11:00 PM)
*and right back in the same* All sorts of men.. You can have a couple of each if ya like em.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:13:49 PM)
::he picked one up:: you are something else, Miss Devereaux

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:21:22 PM)
~CF~ Don't I know it. *reaching to pull the other plate over so he can have a taste of the others as well..ostensibly*

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:30:19 PM)
::he took a bite:: mmmm-MMMMM! ::he exclamed:: I'm comin' over to yer place fer dinner sometime!

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:32:40 PM)
((*annnnnd..it's about then that the red pepper extract makes anything other than some small amount of air nearly impossible to get through his now-burning mouth and throat*)) ~CF~ And at my house, the offerings for the lwa are on the table with the shrine, but the filing cabinet doesn't have room here. *she pushes the other plate forward* Some of the sweet bread will soak up the burn..

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:33:55 PM)
((She does have cooing 3 tho! It's damn good cornbread!))

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:34:02 PM)
((Cooking even))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:36:23 PM)
::He smiled to her:: After a plate o' my momma's cookin', dis ain't nothing. Dat lady? Now she think Cayenne is da only spice on God's green earth! ::He took some sweet bread and took a bite:: MMMMM-MMM! i don' care how much o' dat hoodoo you put into it, dis is some good stuff right here.

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:41:01 PM)
*she beams happily* Den you ken come on ovah any time. An you jus pay no nevermind to which plate's what down heah.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:43:38 PM)
::He smiled:: You an' yer invites. ::he reached into his pocket:: What's yer sister gonna say bout me comin' over?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:46:15 PM)
Sister? Luci be fine with your charm an genteel behavior, daym sight better den half what she drag home. *laughs*

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:47:13 PM)
::he laughed:: What that girl? not a lick o' sense inner. ::he smiled and leaned against the counter::

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:50:19 PM)
*drops her feet and leans forward too, conspiratorily* She payin too much attention to a man's pocketbook, but she make sure she get her money's worth. *stabbing the countertop with a finger a couple times, her dark gaze alight with the gossip* Tween you and me? I don think she'd know love it bit her ass. *sitting up and tiilting her head down as if she'd quoted gospel truth*

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:51:27 PM)
::He gave a crooked smile and gave a chuckle:: Not a /lick/ o' sense. Didn't know she was dat dense.

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:52:06 PM)
Ain't dense dat's de problem, she too daym Smart.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:54:22 PM)
::He looked down and tucked in his lip for a moment as he thought about it:: Tryin' ta catch the biggest fish don't take smarts, everyone wan' catch thebiggest fish. Smarts come in when you got 'nuff sense to realize dat you don't need da biggest fish ta be fed, yeah?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:57:00 PM)
She catched evry fish she gone after. *laughs*

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 4:58:21 PM)
Don't make her smart, jus' mean she's got da right lure. ::he smirked::

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 4:58:27 PM)
Big little an otherwise. But she keep de bigger ones longer.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:00:24 PM)
Mhm. A lady who likes a wallet. ::His smarthphone beeped. He took it out of his pocket and sighed:: Ya know what kill me? Paperwork. ::he shook his head and typed a response:: Ain't never 'nough of it to satisfy the men in charge, yeah?

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 5:02:50 PM)
*nods her agreement to that, flicking her fingers at the desktop displayed on her screen* Gotta find least six ways to say de same damn ting.

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:04:28 PM)
::he put the phone away:: Yeah, ain't that the truth. ::he smiled and nodded his head toward the door:: dey gon' need me upstairs, 'pparantley dey can't help putting work on my desk. I'll see you later, yeah? ::he pushed off from the counter::

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 5:05:59 PM)
If you don't, it's cuz I'm dead. Even den..I think dey make me run lab work.. *eyes the collection of test tubes and stubs out her clove, waving at him*

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 5:06:49 PM)
((They letting you go home? lol))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:07:26 PM)
((lol naw, I just have to concentrate for a bit))

Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 5:07:37 PM)
((doh bai!))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:07:41 PM)
::He gave a wink and wanddered out the door::

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:07:45 PM)
((bbl!))

Leon Vaillancourt (May 27, 2010 5:07:50 PM)
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Lina Devereaux (May 27, 2010 5:08:01 PM)
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