GUYS' AND GIRLS' NIGHT OUT

[smellslikebutz]

*The scheduled Guys Night Out finally rolls around. Just to make sure Edgeworth and Phoenix hadn't forgotten about it, Larry phones them that day. Repeatedly. Finally, the three are herded together downtown after sunset just outside a parking garage

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[acehighmarshall]

*Jake knocks back glass of schnapps and sets it down before picking up a damp cloth to wipe the bar counter with.*

[miles_distant]

*Miles returns from the washroom, having meticulously cleaned any remnants of chili off his face and hands. He managed to keep it completely off his clothes, and he's about to go back to the table when he spots Jake at the bar. He takes a roundabout course towards him, putting a hand on the bar and sliding onto a stool.*

*He gives Jake a flat glare.* Marshall.

[acehighmarshall]

*he's doing some cleaning when he notices Miles at the counter. He gives him a nod.*

Howdy. What can I get fer ya?

[miles_distant]

*He's taken off guard by the amiable response to his hostile greeting, but he reasons somewhere that this is Marshall's job now.* Ice water. *With barely a pause.* Do you regularly show disrespect to your customers?

[acehighmarshall]

Disrespect? Did I do somethin' to twist yer horn? *grabs a pitcher of ice and tap water and fills a glass with it, which he passes onto Miles*

[miles_distant]

*He nods in thanks and takes a sip of the water - it's cold enough that it is a bit of a shock to his raw system, and he winces.* I'm not altogether fond of being called 'boy,' for personal reasons.

[acehighmarshall]

You want I should stop? It don't affect me none. *he keeps a friendly face* That's right -- you've already done more than enough to prove to me you're a man. *pause* The chili showdown was a bonus show.

[miles_distant]

*He frowns and takes another sip of water.* It was a foolish thing to do. I'm not sure why I did it. *He puts a hand to his forehead, wiping away a faint mist of sweat that probably has more to do with how much he's been drinking.*

[acehighmarshall]

*chuckles* You said yerself you got nothin' to prove. *smirks* You wanted the discount, then?

[miles_distant]

Of course not, how ridiculous. *He closes his eyes with the cold glass on his lips. Without further preamble,* So you and Angel... *He leaves off the end, not quite sure what else to say.*

[acehighmarshall]

What about me and Angel? *showing no signs of hesitation or awkwardness* How's she been treatin' ya, anyhow? If she hits too hard, just let me know and I can get 'er to back off.

[miles_distant]

*He seems to relax at that, sitting up from the bar a bit more. He chuckles and, remarkably, jokes,* No, she hits just hard enough. Thank you for your concern, though.

[acehighmarshall]

Any time, pardner. I figgered you already know how to keep 'er at bay, since you managed to snare her down and all. Just thought I'd make sure. *he returns his attention to his task, wiping the counter*

[miles_distant]

*A slow, genuine, and tipsy smile spreads across his face.* I suppose I did. Somehow. Luck, maybe. *He snorts and sips the cold water.*

[acehighmarshall]

*without looking up* Congratulations -- you did good. *continues cleaning*

[miles_distant]

*He looks off into the distance for quite some time. Then he looks at Jake, eyes half-lidded but focused.* You... never pushed the matter, yourself?