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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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.]