Located on the top floor in an old, brick warehouse on the Lower East Side, Max's loft is comfortable to be sure, but it is by no means overly ornate or pretentious
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Max finished unlocking the large metal door and led Cole in. Make yourself at home, I'll get coffee made. She gave a slight smirk...knowing he probably did not expect 'the place to get coffee' would be her loft....she walked over to the kitchen and poured some beans into a small electric grinder...
Cole enters, immediately scanning the room for anyone hidden inside, due to habit. Max was a nice girl, sure, but he'd been bushwhacked enough times to know he should always check for a potential ambush. Once he feels it's safe enough, he begins walking around the loft, looking at some of the decorations.
"Nice pad ya got here."
He is currently examining some of the bottles at the bar.
Max smiled and appreciated his caution. One could never be too careful and at this point, they knew what the other person was capable of. She let him get comfortable as she made coffee and gave a shrug.
One should always have comfort to crawl back to after a meatgrinder mission.
She notes his examination of bottles at the bar. If you care to try something help yourself.
Cole fixes himself a White Russian, sipping at it as he makes his way through the living room, noting some of the art. He seems particularly interested on the weaponry hanging on the wall.
After a few moments, he shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch. His concealed weapon rig is now viewable. Not only was he packing the shotgun, but also a pair of strange looking handguns.
He stands with his back to the kitchen, looking over a Japanese katana that is mounted on the wall.
"Beautiful blade ya have here. Koga Period, if I'm not mistaken. Though swords aren't really my specialty."
Ahhhh. That's not much at all. She nods in understanding as she sips her brandy. Watching as the handgun was holstered. You did some good riding back there...I tend to prefer those bikes that are called rice burners here.. She gives him a long look. Are you still on bad terms with them? Her arm brushed his...
"I wouldn't say bad terms, but I wouldn't say we're on the best of terms either. I was once an actual team member...but that's changed. So, I kinda freelance for them on the side now."
Cole walks over to one of the seats and sits down, sipping his drink.
She gives a soft chuckle. I promise to go easy on you. She teases gently.
Perhaps we can hit the range some time as well. She suggests...meeting his glittering ice-blue gaze with gleaming diamond-grey one....breathing in a bit as his warm fingers brush a strand of her silk-spun silver-white hair from her brow, her skin cool and soft to the touch....
She smirks at him. Bruises can be fun and your hair looks good mussed.
Her own cig smoulders in the tray adding an incense like perfume to the air...jumping a bit...his hand so warm on her cool forearm as her fingers brushed his cheek...
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"Nice pad ya got here."
He is currently examining some of the bottles at the bar.
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One should always have comfort to crawl back to after a meatgrinder mission.
She notes his examination of bottles at the bar. If you care to try something help yourself.
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Cole fixes himself a White Russian, sipping at it as he makes his way through the living room, noting some of the art. He seems particularly interested on the weaponry hanging on the wall.
After a few moments, he shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch. His concealed weapon rig is now viewable. Not only was he packing the shotgun, but also a pair of strange looking handguns.
He stands with his back to the kitchen, looking over a Japanese katana that is mounted on the wall.
"Beautiful blade ya have here. Koga Period, if I'm not mistaken. Though swords aren't really my specialty."
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He shrugs his shoulders.
"I wouldn't say bad terms, but I wouldn't say we're on the best of terms either. I was once an actual team member...but that's changed. So, I kinda freelance for them on the side now."
Cole walks over to one of the seats and sits down, sipping his drink.
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She gave a rueful smile. I have been in a similar position myself. Joining a team is always chancey...it could have ended on a much worse note.
She steps over and sits down next to him, sipping her brandy. Mind if I smoke? She crossed her legs....
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He smiles, then takes a drink from his White Russian.
"Be my guest, babe. Hell, I think I'll join you."
Cole sets his glass on the table, then lights up a cigarette of his own. When Max gets out her cigarette, Cole lights it for her.
"So, how long you been in the business?"
He turns his body slightly so he can face her betterm his cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
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Perhaps we can hit the range some time as well. She suggests...meeting his glittering ice-blue gaze with gleaming diamond-grey one....breathing in a bit as his warm fingers brush a strand of her silk-spun silver-white hair from her brow, her skin cool and soft to the touch....
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He butts out the smoldering remains of his cigarette in the ashtray, then lays his hand on her forearm.
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Her own cig smoulders in the tray adding an incense like perfume to the air...jumping a bit...his hand so warm on her cool forearm as her fingers brushed his cheek...
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He laughs, turning to face her full-on.
"Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
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