It probably only sounds unusual because most people seem to romanticize private investigators. Maybe I should have my office lit like one of those movies, though. All black and white. Exclusively wear a trenchcoat and a fedora, refer to any ladies that come in as "dames."
[She shrugged, offering him an easy grin.]
Most of what I do is investigate insurance claims and investigate people whose spouses suspect them of adultery. Not very exciting. I've been brought in on all kinds of cases as a consultant before, though. I might not have a badge, but I do know my way around a murder scene.
But anyway, the story's not that dramatic. My car broke down while I was on my way back from a case, he took care of it when the tow dropped me off at the garage. He asked me to dinner, and I figured hey, he's cute and he's buying. Why not?
Yes! Exactly! Dude, I can't believe you aren't taking advantage of that. You've gotta get a cigar and say see a lot too. Seee.
[ As you may quickly learn, Anita, he's kind of ridiculous. Either way, Stiles chuckles, shifting his weight against he fence. PI who has been to murder scenes. It sounds pretty normal, but considering what they'd talked about last night--Sam smelled like sulfur, and Anita like grave dirt?--he can't help but be suspicious. ] Sounds like you're basically a Maury informant.
And now you're married. Funny how that happens. [ If only you knew, Stiles. ]
I'll pass on the cigar, but I'll change up the speech a little. Maybe convince Dean to walk into the office at regular intervals so I can comment on what a nice pair of stems he's got. What a looker.
[Guess what, Stiles? She is also ridiculous -- and doesn't often get the opportunity to let it out freely. You are a godsend, really.]
Sadly, Maury informants might get paid more than I do. I like to think it's a respectable trade-off, though. They get more money, I get to keep my dignity.
[She grinned again, bracing one hand against her hip and making a flippant sort of gesture with the other.]
Well, it was a nice restaurant, and he sprung for dessert. Plus, his ass looked pretty amazing in those jeans. A goodnight kiss didn't quite seem to cut it, you know? Had to step it up so I felt we were square.
I'd be totally willing to follow you around with a boombox playing noir music if you did that. I'm technically still a ocllege student, I don't have a real life.
[ He laughs, leaning against the fence. ] I dunno, man, I feel like you could get super famous off of being a Maury PI. There's all kinds of crazy Maury shit that goes on here in Beacon Hills. Instant makeovers, teenage pregnancies, all of it. [ And that's not even including the supernatural part. ]
Totally sound reason to get hitched. How long's this been going on?
If you want to be my ambiance guy, I can -- well, actually, I can't pay you, but I can feed you. A little. You like sandwiches, right?
[Everybody liked sandwiches. Yeah, her cooking skills leave something to be desired.]
Kind of feels wrong to capitalize on people's stupid mistakes, doesn't it? America sure does eat that kind of thing up, though.
[She pauses and smiles in reply, affectionate enough that whatever doubts or suspicions Stiles may or may not have, it's enough to confirm that their relationship is pretty damn legit.]
We've been together five years. Married for two.
[More specifically, five years ago, they had been snapping at each other over who was intruding on whose hunt, but hey. That wound up being kind of like foreplay. Foreplay that took a couple of years and Sam's intervention to lead to anything, but foreplay all the same.]
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[She shrugged, offering him an easy grin.]
Most of what I do is investigate insurance claims and investigate people whose spouses suspect them of adultery. Not very exciting. I've been brought in on all kinds of cases as a consultant before, though. I might not have a badge, but I do know my way around a murder scene.
But anyway, the story's not that dramatic. My car broke down while I was on my way back from a case, he took care of it when the tow dropped me off at the garage. He asked me to dinner, and I figured hey, he's cute and he's buying. Why not?
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[ As you may quickly learn, Anita, he's kind of ridiculous. Either way, Stiles chuckles, shifting his weight against he fence. PI who has been to murder scenes. It sounds pretty normal, but considering what they'd talked about last night--Sam smelled like sulfur, and Anita like grave dirt?--he can't help but be suspicious. ] Sounds like you're basically a Maury informant.
And now you're married. Funny how that happens. [ If only you knew, Stiles. ]
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I'll pass on the cigar, but I'll change up the speech a little. Maybe convince Dean to walk into the office at regular intervals so I can comment on what a nice pair of stems he's got. What a looker.
[Guess what, Stiles? She is also ridiculous -- and doesn't often get the opportunity to let it out freely. You are a godsend, really.]
Sadly, Maury informants might get paid more than I do. I like to think it's a respectable trade-off, though. They get more money, I get to keep my dignity.
[She grinned again, bracing one hand against her hip and making a flippant sort of gesture with the other.]
Well, it was a nice restaurant, and he sprung for dessert. Plus, his ass looked pretty amazing in those jeans. A goodnight kiss didn't quite seem to cut it, you know? Had to step it up so I felt we were square.
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[ He laughs, leaning against the fence. ] I dunno, man, I feel like you could get super famous off of being a Maury PI. There's all kinds of crazy Maury shit that goes on here in Beacon Hills. Instant makeovers, teenage pregnancies, all of it. [ And that's not even including the supernatural part. ]
Totally sound reason to get hitched. How long's this been going on?
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[Everybody liked sandwiches. Yeah, her cooking skills leave something to be desired.]
Kind of feels wrong to capitalize on people's stupid mistakes, doesn't it? America sure does eat that kind of thing up, though.
[She pauses and smiles in reply, affectionate enough that whatever doubts or suspicions Stiles may or may not have, it's enough to confirm that their relationship is pretty damn legit.]
We've been together five years. Married for two.
[More specifically, five years ago, they had been snapping at each other over who was intruding on whose hunt, but hey. That wound up being kind of like foreplay. Foreplay that took a couple of years and Sam's intervention to lead to anything, but foreplay all the same.]