[Flashback] Jake, Lana and Neil in "Innerrupshun"
((The part of Neil was played by Sil, who coincidentally happens to be both my girlfriend AND my little brother!*
*Lies, all lies))
Lana: *It's the lunchtime hour in early March 2014, a week or so after the evidence transferal and the annual police and prosecutor awards ceremony. Senior Detective Lana Skye sits behind her desk, sorting various files and folders that have started to clutter there. The office across the gargantuan room is empty; her partner has gone off to have lunch with some important official or three, and won't be back for some time yet*
Jake: *the door to the office swings open abruptly, and the spurs on his boots make a clunking noise when Detective Jake Marshall takes a step in, fingers holding the brim of his hat over his eyes. He speaks in a slow, dramatic drawl* In the cool of the evenin', when the food and liquor and women are ready... that's when I appear.
Lana: *her eyes raise at the first click of the spurs, but quickly lower back down to her work again as the cowboy enters. In response to his drawl, she speaks out formally, prudishly* It's noontime, Detective; hardly evening yet. The food may be ready, but the women are not. *there's a warm smile on her lips, however, as she stacks a pile of folders straight*
Jake: So I'm a mite off with my schedule. *shuts the door with his foot and saunters over to Lana's desk, smiling casually as he does* And the women are ready when Jake Marshall says they're ready, lady. *stops in front of her desk and tilts his head, squinting as though inspecting her* ...Yeah, you'll do. I like your face.
Lana: *shoots a glare at the man--but it hardly lasts when her eyes meet his. She laughs and places the folders aside, pushing to her feet* My, my... still swaggering about after your award, I see. *rounds the desk, closing the distance between them* Thinks he can have his pick of the women, he does... that Jake Marshall.
Jake: *grins from ear to ear as he slyly slips an arm around her waist* There's a steel horse fit for a king out there and there's a saddle on it with your name on it. Those other names on there, the ones that're scratched out? Pay no mind to 'em -- they don't mean nothin' to me no more, I swear.
Lana: Oh really? That hardly seems like a secure position: a name beside other scratched out names... *reaches up to his jaw, playfully teasing his stubble with her fingers before tracing her index one lightly over his lower lip* Mm. You do realize that I won't let you forget about me like the rest, cowboy.
Jake: Well, well. Then you'd best be giving me something I won't forget about, bambina. *his hand moves down and gives one of her ass cheeks a deliberately perverse squeeeeze*
Lana: *her eyes flick over to the doors-- they're shut, of course, and in a moment's hesitation she seems to weigh out the risks of continuing* ...All right. But we've got to put a stop to these in-office encounters, before it becomes a habit. *despite her words though, she's already reaching up to his hat as she speaks, lifting it off and dropping it on top of her papers--she presses her body against his, tilting her head up to give him a passionate, eager kiss*
Jake: *playfully* You say it like it's a bad thing. *locking his lips with hers, he angles her body just right before pushing her onto the surface of her desk, running a hand up her thigh and into her skirt*
Neil: *there's a trio of sudden knocks on the door, sharp and staccato-like. From outside in the hall, a cheery, familiar-sounding male voice calls out* Big bro! I know you're in there~!
Jake: *was just about to undo her scarf when they're interrupted; he grits his teeth out of frustration* Damnit, Neil... *takes his hands off Lana and quickly moves over to the door*
Lana: *sits up and hurriedly gets off of the desk, moving to the other side of it. Though her face is flushed, she straightens her hair and clothes as she moves with a deft, practiced hand; she's back to nearly full composure within seconds*
Jake: *opens the door with a dangerous gaze* You must have a death wish, interruptin' a cowboy's time with his woman, shavetail.
Neil: Hey, I was gonna give y'all the count of three before I came in. *there's an infuriating grin on his face* And I'm sure whatever time you've been spendin' together, it's of the sort safe for a wandering prospector to pass by and say hello, it being the middle of the work day, an' all.
Jake: *holds his glare for a few seconds before breaking into a grin himself -- he can't help it* You know me. If there's any rules 'bout what a man can or can't do in the noon time, it's all hogwash to me once they start getting between me and her.
Neil: *shakes his head* Sometimes I wonder who's the older one, between the two of us. *leans against the doorframe-- it's visible now that he's holding a paper bag in his right hand, and he waves it for emphasis as he speaks* You're gonna get caught red-handed one day, pullin' these midday shenanigans. And not just by me; I've already had to cover your sorry behind more than once.
Jake: *quickly* Why, there ain't any shenanigans to speak of! We were 'bout to have lunch. *eyes the bag* And my lunch ended up in your possession somehow. Mysteries: life's full of 'em, aren't they? Like how cattle all face north.
Neil: *that irritating winning grin persists* Well, this mystery's pretty easily solved: it was sittin' on top of your desk when I came all the way from the prospector's office to meetcha. *stretches and looks over Jake's right shoulder, to the left portion of the office* Miss Skye! Afternoon, ma'am. *tips his hat* Hope my brother isn't being a bother!
Lana: ...Good afternoon, Neil. *looks up and gives the prosecutor a soft smile. She's been re-straightening the papers on her desk the whole time; Jake's hat is now resting neatly on a corner of the table* No, he isn't.
Jake: *brushes his hair back with the palm of his hand, smiling good-naturedly* Hey uh, Neil...know what? I ain't all that peckish yet and Lana and I might actually be eatin' out later in the hour. Why don't you have this? *gestures towards the bag* It's some good, spicy chili. Made it myself.
Neil: Really? *looks down at the paper bag and opens it up; there's a thermos, a spoon and a bread bowl there, the former of which emits a painfully spicy -- and yet delicious-- scent when he unscrews the top* Well, I haven't had a bite to eat yet today, what with that trial on my hands... *looks up to Jake* Thanks, big bro. I'll take it!
Jake: Sure. *with sincerity* Any time you want my lunch, you can take it. *points at him* ...But you can't take my baby. I been hearin' rumours, y'know. Everyone in the precinct thinks Lana's goin' with you.
Neil: *laughs* That's 'cause of the time Goodman saw me in the break room with her, while you got your sorry ass out. *puts the spoon in his mouth and holds it there as he pours the chili into the bread bowl. He shakes out his hand afterwards, talking around the utensil* Had to apologise for knockin' out his lights too, after that whole fiasco.
Neil: *with everything ready, he inserts the spoon into the chili and glances up again to his brother* But don't worry--I've never so much as entertained the thought.
Jake: *gives a nod of satisfaction* Awrighty, then. *smirks -- then throws an arm around Neil's neck, putting his brother in a headlock and pulling him towards him playfully* But that better be the extent o' the rumours, y'hear? I know where you sleep.
Neil: Hey, hey-- *makes sure his hat and his food are balanced, and then socks Jake once in the gut... playfully* Awright, I hear ya! Leggo, or you're gonna start a duel the likes of which this here office will never recover from. *waves the bread bowl* I'll just go off an' finish this outside. *and, loudly enough so that he can be heard across the room* Then I'll be back, to see that you actually take yer woman to lunch. Deal?
Jake: *releases his hold, chuckling* Deal. ...Y'know I'm just joshin' with ya, right? I know you've taken a fancy to that gal at the front desk. Better be fessin' up to her soon, you shy goat, else I'm gonna do it for ya.
Neil: Ha! Over my dead body. *stands up straight, adjusting his hat* I'll talk to her when I'm ready-- don't you push me any faster than that. *backs up and turns, waving a hand in farewell as he leaves. Some steps down the hall, he takes his first spoonful of the chili; his response is audible to all on the floor--* Dayumn.
Jake: *snickering to himself, he shuts the door and turns to walk back to Lana* All right, I'd say I bought ourselves another fifteen minutes or so of alone time.
Lana: Fifteen? He's coming back? *stands up, walking around the desk again to meet Jake--but her expression is skeptical* ...Are you sure we should be doing this right now?
Jake: I see you every day here but I can't lay a finger on you, the way we're keepin' our relations dry. You know how crazy that gets me. *takes a step towards her, putting his hands on her hips* I'll be takin' any chance I get.
Lana: Mm... all right. *smiles, leaning in and resting her forehead against his poncho'd shoulder* But only because you know how this gets me, cowboy. *her body pressed against Jake again, she lifts her right leg and rubs her thigh slowly against the inside of his*
Jake: *puts his arms around her shoulders, closing his eyes and just enjoying the contact* Mmyep... I understand where you're comin' from with that, though. Wouldn't wanna make all the women who work under you jealous or nothin'.
Lana: Hmph. And some of the men, I'm sure. *wraps her arms around Jake and tries to meet his eyes, though his are closed. Her voice turns serious* But you know I'm not concerned about that so much as the potential abuse of authority we've got here. *sighs out softly; it's her usual way of dropping that topic. Her lips brush lightly over that small expanse of his neck that isn't hidden under his bandanna*
Jake: I'll bet. *his fingers move to her neck to undo the scarf* There's somethin' nice about that image, though -- you callin' me over to your office, all sultry-like... *in a falsetto voice* "You want a promotion, Mr. Marshall? Then you'd better be prepared to do me a few favours." *laughs lightly as he slips the scarf off*
Lana: Mm. Well, we could play that out right now. ...Sans the actual career benefits, of course. *her hands run up his back and tug at the knot of his bandanna* If you're interested, Detective.
Jake: *looks into her eyes and holds her against him securely by the waist with a silly grin* Why, are you coming onto me, Miss Skye? Didn't know you had it in you. I had you pegged as straight as a branding iron.
Lana: *flushes lightly at his teasing, but manages to maintain her composure* Then I suppose you don't know everything about me, now do you? *leans up, clipping his right earlobe between her teeth*
Jake: Ma'am, I do say this sort of debauchery in the office is dirty and shameful. *leans into her bite, though, and tilting his head, he kisses her neck a few times before lightly sucking on the skin there*
Lana: Mm... *breathes in sharply, her eyelids fluttering* I'll take your comment into consideration. *tugs him back towards the desk, stopping when her hip bumps against the edge of the surface* But for now...get on your knees.
Jake: *with a tone full of suppressed mirth -- he's clearly enjoying it* Whatever you say, ma'am. *sliding his hands down her sides, he stoops down onto his knees and looks up at her* I'm at your service.
Lana: Good. *leans back against the desk, resting a hand against it for support. With her other hand, she hikes up her skirt slowly* Then you know what I want you to do.
Jake: *with a sly look* Well it is my duty to please you. *his hands slide up her thighs as he nuzzles it, taking in her scent and moving his face in between her legs*
Lana: Mm. If you're satisfactory, I'll look into getting you what you want. *tilts her head back, her fingers now running through his long hair, rubbing against his scalp*
Neil: *it can't have been more than five minutes at the most--if that--but there are three jarringly sharp staccato knocks on the door again*
Jake: *freezes -- then takes his head out of Lana's skirt to give the door a flat look as he calls out* What.
Neil: Big bro~! *the sound of his voice is slightly muffled by the large wooden doors in the way* Like I said; I'm here to make sure you and Miss Skye are headin' out to lunch.
Lana: *pulls down her skirt and rapidly stands up straight, her hands moving to her cheeks to stop any color that's appeared there*
Jake: *hangs his head in defeat, giving a frustrated sigh; he grabs his bandanna and ties it back onto his neck on his way to the door. He glances back to make sure Lana is ready before opening the door, his expression incredulous* Thought you said you were comin' back when you were done eatin'.
Neil: I did. And I'm done. *he's got the empty thermos and spoon in the paper bag that's wedged between his arm and torso, and he dusts off his hands as if to brush off crumbs* Hooo-ey. Pretty good stuff--got any more at home?
Jake: *blinks* What? Gimme that, you-- *grabs the bag and inspects the contents, unscrewing the thermos to look inside; sure enough, his extra spicy chili is all gone. He stares at his brother in awe* How in the hell'd you...?!
Neil: *laughs, mimicking a gun with his fingers and 'firing' off a shot at Jake with a cocky grin* Because there ain't nothing yer brother can't do--doncha know that yet? Neil Marshall, prospector of the iron stomach, at your service.
Jake: *his gaze breaks, and he laughs -- the frustration of being cockblocked is gone* 'Course. Shoulda known -- you're crazy 'nuff to eat the devil with his horns on.
Neil: Sure am. *tips his hat* Now come on--I'm still hungry, an' yer lady is lookin more than a mite peckish over there. What say you to grabbin' a bite to eat together?
Jake: Sounds good 'n' daisy, lil' brother. *turns back to Lana cheerfully* C'mon, bambina. Let's go to the street-side saloon -- the three of us!
Lana: *holds a hand over her eyes momentarily, then moves over to the two cowboys by the door. Despite the frustrating circumstances she laughs slightly, shaking her head at how Jake is behaving-- but she understands this sibling bond, after all* Very well. The three of us together.
Jake: *beams* Great; let's get a wiggle on! *turns to his brother again* Hey, I think my chili might be needin' a lil' more spice. What d'you think?
Neil: A touch more. A few extra peppers, maybe? I'm volunteerin' myself as a test subject if yer gonna make more batches. *turns, heading down the hallway, to the elevators*
Lana: *follows along on Jake's other side, smiling quietly-- happy to let the two of them banter*
Jake: *smirks* Hey, it's your funeral. *the interruption completely forgiven, he laughs again, content with the two's company*
*Lies, all lies))
Lana: *It's the lunchtime hour in early March 2014, a week or so after the evidence transferal and the annual police and prosecutor awards ceremony. Senior Detective Lana Skye sits behind her desk, sorting various files and folders that have started to clutter there. The office across the gargantuan room is empty; her partner has gone off to have lunch with some important official or three, and won't be back for some time yet*
Jake: *the door to the office swings open abruptly, and the spurs on his boots make a clunking noise when Detective Jake Marshall takes a step in, fingers holding the brim of his hat over his eyes. He speaks in a slow, dramatic drawl* In the cool of the evenin', when the food and liquor and women are ready... that's when I appear.
Lana: *her eyes raise at the first click of the spurs, but quickly lower back down to her work again as the cowboy enters. In response to his drawl, she speaks out formally, prudishly* It's noontime, Detective; hardly evening yet. The food may be ready, but the women are not. *there's a warm smile on her lips, however, as she stacks a pile of folders straight*
Jake: So I'm a mite off with my schedule. *shuts the door with his foot and saunters over to Lana's desk, smiling casually as he does* And the women are ready when Jake Marshall says they're ready, lady. *stops in front of her desk and tilts his head, squinting as though inspecting her* ...Yeah, you'll do. I like your face.
Lana: *shoots a glare at the man--but it hardly lasts when her eyes meet his. She laughs and places the folders aside, pushing to her feet* My, my... still swaggering about after your award, I see. *rounds the desk, closing the distance between them* Thinks he can have his pick of the women, he does... that Jake Marshall.
Jake: *grins from ear to ear as he slyly slips an arm around her waist* There's a steel horse fit for a king out there and there's a saddle on it with your name on it. Those other names on there, the ones that're scratched out? Pay no mind to 'em -- they don't mean nothin' to me no more, I swear.
Lana: Oh really? That hardly seems like a secure position: a name beside other scratched out names... *reaches up to his jaw, playfully teasing his stubble with her fingers before tracing her index one lightly over his lower lip* Mm. You do realize that I won't let you forget about me like the rest, cowboy.
Jake: Well, well. Then you'd best be giving me something I won't forget about, bambina. *his hand moves down and gives one of her ass cheeks a deliberately perverse squeeeeze*
Lana: *her eyes flick over to the doors-- they're shut, of course, and in a moment's hesitation she seems to weigh out the risks of continuing* ...All right. But we've got to put a stop to these in-office encounters, before it becomes a habit. *despite her words though, she's already reaching up to his hat as she speaks, lifting it off and dropping it on top of her papers--she presses her body against his, tilting her head up to give him a passionate, eager kiss*
Jake: *playfully* You say it like it's a bad thing. *locking his lips with hers, he angles her body just right before pushing her onto the surface of her desk, running a hand up her thigh and into her skirt*
Neil: *there's a trio of sudden knocks on the door, sharp and staccato-like. From outside in the hall, a cheery, familiar-sounding male voice calls out* Big bro! I know you're in there~!
Jake: *was just about to undo her scarf when they're interrupted; he grits his teeth out of frustration* Damnit, Neil... *takes his hands off Lana and quickly moves over to the door*
Lana: *sits up and hurriedly gets off of the desk, moving to the other side of it. Though her face is flushed, she straightens her hair and clothes as she moves with a deft, practiced hand; she's back to nearly full composure within seconds*
Jake: *opens the door with a dangerous gaze* You must have a death wish, interruptin' a cowboy's time with his woman, shavetail.
Neil: Hey, I was gonna give y'all the count of three before I came in. *there's an infuriating grin on his face* And I'm sure whatever time you've been spendin' together, it's of the sort safe for a wandering prospector to pass by and say hello, it being the middle of the work day, an' all.
Jake: *holds his glare for a few seconds before breaking into a grin himself -- he can't help it* You know me. If there's any rules 'bout what a man can or can't do in the noon time, it's all hogwash to me once they start getting between me and her.
Neil: *shakes his head* Sometimes I wonder who's the older one, between the two of us. *leans against the doorframe-- it's visible now that he's holding a paper bag in his right hand, and he waves it for emphasis as he speaks* You're gonna get caught red-handed one day, pullin' these midday shenanigans. And not just by me; I've already had to cover your sorry behind more than once.
Jake: *quickly* Why, there ain't any shenanigans to speak of! We were 'bout to have lunch. *eyes the bag* And my lunch ended up in your possession somehow. Mysteries: life's full of 'em, aren't they? Like how cattle all face north.
Neil: *that irritating winning grin persists* Well, this mystery's pretty easily solved: it was sittin' on top of your desk when I came all the way from the prospector's office to meetcha. *stretches and looks over Jake's right shoulder, to the left portion of the office* Miss Skye! Afternoon, ma'am. *tips his hat* Hope my brother isn't being a bother!
Lana: ...Good afternoon, Neil. *looks up and gives the prosecutor a soft smile. She's been re-straightening the papers on her desk the whole time; Jake's hat is now resting neatly on a corner of the table* No, he isn't.
Jake: *brushes his hair back with the palm of his hand, smiling good-naturedly* Hey uh, Neil...know what? I ain't all that peckish yet and Lana and I might actually be eatin' out later in the hour. Why don't you have this? *gestures towards the bag* It's some good, spicy chili. Made it myself.
Neil: Really? *looks down at the paper bag and opens it up; there's a thermos, a spoon and a bread bowl there, the former of which emits a painfully spicy -- and yet delicious-- scent when he unscrews the top* Well, I haven't had a bite to eat yet today, what with that trial on my hands... *looks up to Jake* Thanks, big bro. I'll take it!
Jake: Sure. *with sincerity* Any time you want my lunch, you can take it. *points at him* ...But you can't take my baby. I been hearin' rumours, y'know. Everyone in the precinct thinks Lana's goin' with you.
Neil: *laughs* That's 'cause of the time Goodman saw me in the break room with her, while you got your sorry ass out. *puts the spoon in his mouth and holds it there as he pours the chili into the bread bowl. He shakes out his hand afterwards, talking around the utensil* Had to apologise for knockin' out his lights too, after that whole fiasco.
Neil: *with everything ready, he inserts the spoon into the chili and glances up again to his brother* But don't worry--I've never so much as entertained the thought.
Jake: *gives a nod of satisfaction* Awrighty, then. *smirks -- then throws an arm around Neil's neck, putting his brother in a headlock and pulling him towards him playfully* But that better be the extent o' the rumours, y'hear? I know where you sleep.
Neil: Hey, hey-- *makes sure his hat and his food are balanced, and then socks Jake once in the gut... playfully* Awright, I hear ya! Leggo, or you're gonna start a duel the likes of which this here office will never recover from. *waves the bread bowl* I'll just go off an' finish this outside. *and, loudly enough so that he can be heard across the room* Then I'll be back, to see that you actually take yer woman to lunch. Deal?
Jake: *releases his hold, chuckling* Deal. ...Y'know I'm just joshin' with ya, right? I know you've taken a fancy to that gal at the front desk. Better be fessin' up to her soon, you shy goat, else I'm gonna do it for ya.
Neil: Ha! Over my dead body. *stands up straight, adjusting his hat* I'll talk to her when I'm ready-- don't you push me any faster than that. *backs up and turns, waving a hand in farewell as he leaves. Some steps down the hall, he takes his first spoonful of the chili; his response is audible to all on the floor--* Dayumn.
Jake: *snickering to himself, he shuts the door and turns to walk back to Lana* All right, I'd say I bought ourselves another fifteen minutes or so of alone time.
Lana: Fifteen? He's coming back? *stands up, walking around the desk again to meet Jake--but her expression is skeptical* ...Are you sure we should be doing this right now?
Jake: I see you every day here but I can't lay a finger on you, the way we're keepin' our relations dry. You know how crazy that gets me. *takes a step towards her, putting his hands on her hips* I'll be takin' any chance I get.
Lana: Mm... all right. *smiles, leaning in and resting her forehead against his poncho'd shoulder* But only because you know how this gets me, cowboy. *her body pressed against Jake again, she lifts her right leg and rubs her thigh slowly against the inside of his*
Jake: *puts his arms around her shoulders, closing his eyes and just enjoying the contact* Mmyep... I understand where you're comin' from with that, though. Wouldn't wanna make all the women who work under you jealous or nothin'.
Lana: Hmph. And some of the men, I'm sure. *wraps her arms around Jake and tries to meet his eyes, though his are closed. Her voice turns serious* But you know I'm not concerned about that so much as the potential abuse of authority we've got here. *sighs out softly; it's her usual way of dropping that topic. Her lips brush lightly over that small expanse of his neck that isn't hidden under his bandanna*
Jake: I'll bet. *his fingers move to her neck to undo the scarf* There's somethin' nice about that image, though -- you callin' me over to your office, all sultry-like... *in a falsetto voice* "You want a promotion, Mr. Marshall? Then you'd better be prepared to do me a few favours." *laughs lightly as he slips the scarf off*
Lana: Mm. Well, we could play that out right now. ...Sans the actual career benefits, of course. *her hands run up his back and tug at the knot of his bandanna* If you're interested, Detective.
Jake: *looks into her eyes and holds her against him securely by the waist with a silly grin* Why, are you coming onto me, Miss Skye? Didn't know you had it in you. I had you pegged as straight as a branding iron.
Lana: *flushes lightly at his teasing, but manages to maintain her composure* Then I suppose you don't know everything about me, now do you? *leans up, clipping his right earlobe between her teeth*
Jake: Ma'am, I do say this sort of debauchery in the office is dirty and shameful. *leans into her bite, though, and tilting his head, he kisses her neck a few times before lightly sucking on the skin there*
Lana: Mm... *breathes in sharply, her eyelids fluttering* I'll take your comment into consideration. *tugs him back towards the desk, stopping when her hip bumps against the edge of the surface* But for now...get on your knees.
Jake: *with a tone full of suppressed mirth -- he's clearly enjoying it* Whatever you say, ma'am. *sliding his hands down her sides, he stoops down onto his knees and looks up at her* I'm at your service.
Lana: Good. *leans back against the desk, resting a hand against it for support. With her other hand, she hikes up her skirt slowly* Then you know what I want you to do.
Jake: *with a sly look* Well it is my duty to please you. *his hands slide up her thighs as he nuzzles it, taking in her scent and moving his face in between her legs*
Lana: Mm. If you're satisfactory, I'll look into getting you what you want. *tilts her head back, her fingers now running through his long hair, rubbing against his scalp*
Neil: *it can't have been more than five minutes at the most--if that--but there are three jarringly sharp staccato knocks on the door again*
Jake: *freezes -- then takes his head out of Lana's skirt to give the door a flat look as he calls out* What.
Neil: Big bro~! *the sound of his voice is slightly muffled by the large wooden doors in the way* Like I said; I'm here to make sure you and Miss Skye are headin' out to lunch.
Lana: *pulls down her skirt and rapidly stands up straight, her hands moving to her cheeks to stop any color that's appeared there*
Jake: *hangs his head in defeat, giving a frustrated sigh; he grabs his bandanna and ties it back onto his neck on his way to the door. He glances back to make sure Lana is ready before opening the door, his expression incredulous* Thought you said you were comin' back when you were done eatin'.
Neil: I did. And I'm done. *he's got the empty thermos and spoon in the paper bag that's wedged between his arm and torso, and he dusts off his hands as if to brush off crumbs* Hooo-ey. Pretty good stuff--got any more at home?
Jake: *blinks* What? Gimme that, you-- *grabs the bag and inspects the contents, unscrewing the thermos to look inside; sure enough, his extra spicy chili is all gone. He stares at his brother in awe* How in the hell'd you...?!
Neil: *laughs, mimicking a gun with his fingers and 'firing' off a shot at Jake with a cocky grin* Because there ain't nothing yer brother can't do--doncha know that yet? Neil Marshall, prospector of the iron stomach, at your service.
Jake: *his gaze breaks, and he laughs -- the frustration of being cockblocked is gone* 'Course. Shoulda known -- you're crazy 'nuff to eat the devil with his horns on.
Neil: Sure am. *tips his hat* Now come on--I'm still hungry, an' yer lady is lookin more than a mite peckish over there. What say you to grabbin' a bite to eat together?
Jake: Sounds good 'n' daisy, lil' brother. *turns back to Lana cheerfully* C'mon, bambina. Let's go to the street-side saloon -- the three of us!
Lana: *holds a hand over her eyes momentarily, then moves over to the two cowboys by the door. Despite the frustrating circumstances she laughs slightly, shaking her head at how Jake is behaving-- but she understands this sibling bond, after all* Very well. The three of us together.
Jake: *beams* Great; let's get a wiggle on! *turns to his brother again* Hey, I think my chili might be needin' a lil' more spice. What d'you think?
Neil: A touch more. A few extra peppers, maybe? I'm volunteerin' myself as a test subject if yer gonna make more batches. *turns, heading down the hallway, to the elevators*
Lana: *follows along on Jake's other side, smiling quietly-- happy to let the two of them banter*
Jake: *smirks* Hey, it's your funeral. *the interruption completely forgiven, he laughs again, content with the two's company*