the EMILY HAS CONQUERED NANO open post

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[undermyfeet]

"Nah, beers and Breaking Bad was an awesome plan." And it was. It was a foolproof plan that could not fail until it did. Alexander still would go for it being a solid plan if asked again. The problem is ... well, the rest of the world.

"It's the douchebags who can't keep their mouths shut that were the problem."

[considermefree]

"Yeah, but we could have stayed home." Billie had a temper, of course, a non-existent fuse as quick burning as magma, and her friend wasn't any better. They probably would have gotten in trouble no matter what, but at least it might not have progressed into violence if they'd stayed in, or gone to a bar known to be wanderer friendly.

She sighs softly, brushing her bright hair back from her face and tips her head back. Lockup is not a good place for her -- she needs a cigarette, she needs a drink, she needs something to do with her hands and her mouth or she's going to set the jail on fire and kill everyone in it, including her and Alexander probably. "I lied, not okay. Can you... distract me or something, like quickly. Before I do something... fucking impossibly stupid."

[undermyfeet]

Alexander knows that feeling, that stir-crazy, penned in feeling that is more than capable of driving you crazy if you let it. He takes a breath, glancing around the room for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. Let's play a game."

He isn't sure what that game is going to be yet, but he's getting there.

[considermefree]

He has her interest at least. Half confused and half expectant, a dash amused for flavor. A game.

"Maybe it's 'cause I've got brothers but a 'game' in county seems like it could end badly." Granted most games in the Mosse family ended with booze and bloodshed, but still. A game in jail... okay, she is definitely interested.

[undermyfeet]

His shoulders pop in a small shrug. It's a rather simple game, and it doesn't look like it'll have a violent response, so it's worth a shot.

"I Spy. But with stakes."

Gambling stakes, not life threatening stakes.

[considermefree]

"What is my life that I thought you meant like, literal fucking stakes, instead of... whatever the fuck not literal is." Bastion of knowledge right here. Pure intelligence in a compact little package. She cracks a smile though, because she can make fun of herself. "Alright, what are the stakes?"

[undermyfeet]

"For every one I get right, you owe me ... " His eyes scan around the room for a moment. He spots one detective having Mexican and he points. "A taco. For everyone you get right ... you can tell me what you want."

[considermefree]

Tacos. Adorable. She closes her eyes with a little laugh, letting her head tip back against the wall. She hums a noise of thought before she decides. "A kiss. Though you can decide where and how. And you know, you can very much tell me to shut the fuck up."

[undermyfeet]

He likes Mexican.

His eyebrows climb a little curiously at the mention of a kiss, a smirk crawling across his features as he nods. "Works for me. Do you want to go first or should I?"

[considermefree]

She smirks right back, you heard her, fire boy.

"You, so I can get a hang of the game."

[undermyfeet]

"Alright."

He rubs his hands together glancing around the room. "I spy something that is ... brown."

[considermefree]

Hmm. She looks around, pushing her hair back from her face like it will help her see better.

"The bench we're sitting on?" A beat. "Oh, if you mean the uniforms I'm going to punch you. That is too obvious, it shouldn't count."

[undermyfeet]

"Nope, and nope." He leans back against the wall, lacing his fingers behind his head as he waits for her to ask again. "Keep looking."