She was going to leave. She totally planned on leaving. When he'd left, she was so freakin' set on leaving, too-- and ... it just didn't happen. Not like she got caught up in something incredibly exciting or anything, the guy didn't even have the robot hookers sequel for x-box. Like hell was she going to clean anything except the dishes, because seriously. He let her crash, she could at least do dishes. But that was it
( ... )
It was a better plan than her holding one of the guns on him when he showed up, but Brian still paused halfway up the stairs and watched her for a silent moment sitting there.
She was sitting on his kitchen floor. That wasn't a fucking coincidence.
He took the rest of the stairs with a thin-lipped look and tossed his keys over onto the couch as he walked toward her. So now, one of two things were going to happen. They were going to be cool, or they weren't going to be cool. He was actually hoping it would be the first since the sex was great, but the second, well. If they had to go that route then they would. He leaned on the counter, boot toes about a foot from the pried-up panel and three feet from Kenzi, and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a small arsenal under his kitchen floor-- welcome home.
"So. I guess I should have locked you in the crate, huh? I thought you were house trained."
"If I wasn't house trained, I would have taken off my clothes and pissed on the floor as soon as you left." This was a much better option. Hey, she didn't even have her knife out. Give her some credit.
The smile was still there as she looked up at him, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees. It was small, slightly concerned, but still a smile.
"Just tell me you're not one of those guys that knocks athletic people out, throws them in a van, drives them up to some remote wildlife park, sets them loose, and hunts them. Because that would just make things really weird. Or you could just tell me you're Batman if it's one of those 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' things."
Because she really likes not dying. Not being dead is probably one of her favourite pastimes.
Brian breathed out and shook his head, drawing a hand down over his mouth and staring at the guns. He guessed it could have been worse; she's here, joking about it and not gone, having called the police already. And wouldn't that have been a beautiful thing to come home to. For this kind of artillery? SWAT, sure. But as least not Street, at least not that asshole.
"I don't hunt anybody. I just pay the bills." He spread his arms as if to say hey, you didn't complain about the digs before dropping them back against his thighs and reaching for the panel she'd leaned against a cabinet. "But I really don't want to threaten you, Kenz, all right? You seem like a good girl, and you're a great fuck, so let's you and me figure out a way that this stays between us."
The actual priorities came the following morning, after they'd both eaten the leftover Chinese cold out of the boxes for breakfast. Brian's hair was sticking up at odd angles from leftover gel and he was wearing sweatpants and a 'LAPD Fun Run 5k' tshirt that had both seen better days, but he was clearly awake and thinking of more important things than his wardrobe.
"Okay," he finally said-- after having been a little quiet over the chilled Lo Mien-- "I think we'll just start you with a handgun and go up the line from there." He dumped his carton in the trash and took a drink of coffee to clear his mouth before walking over to the middle of the floor to pull up the panel hiding his weapons.
Kenzi had been half-dreading, half-looking-forward-to this all morning and most of last night. She'd been watching him, just as quiet, occasionally smirking at his hair, mostly just trying to decipher his expression. After her shower, she'd just grabbed one of his t-shirts and piled her still-damn hair on top of her head in a messy bun to keep it out of the way. If they were planning on stopping by Pavel's place to pick up her bag, this lesson could potentially be all the more valuable.
It wasn't necessary. She had her passport, wallet, important stuff on her when she went to the bar. It was just clothes. The cash she'd swiped would be enough to get her a few things.
Later. Worry about it later.
Kenzi finished off her coffee and set the mug back down on the counter, "You hiding a shooting range in the living room? Or are you gonna toss some plates out the window and yell 'pull'?!" The smirk on her face hopefully softened the sarcasm. Not that Brian really needed anything softened.
He reaches over the counter and pokes her nose, smirking right back. "You're not good enough to hit pigeons, sweet-cheeks. And as a matter of a fact, yes, I am." He pulls free two handguns and checks the slide on each to make sure they're empty before handing them to Kenzi. A box of shells are liberated-- and then for good measure Brian grabs a sub machine gun. It's more compact than the M4 and the recoil is less. Don't need Kewpie breaking her wrists on day one. She'll be sore enough tomorrow from the handgun alone.
"Down the stairs, solider. Hup, hup."
He had a loft in a warehouse-- an empty warehouse. The entire ground floor was open, cleaned and then forgotten about except for when he pulled his car inside. They should probably go to a proper range but he couldn't show up with more than a handgun, shottie, or rifle without arousing suspicion and two outta the three there was no way she had a prayer of being effective with.
Her face scrunched up when he poked her nose. How could someone be so damn cool and such a dork at the same time? "Shoulda guessed you were a pigeon-hunting master."
And holy crap, now she's holding two handguns. The caught-in-the-headlights look only lasted about two seconds before the sheer awesomeness washed over her. Okay, so it's not a video game. It's real life. But it's not like she'd really have to shoot anyone, right? ... But she would if she had to. It's all about choices, and when it comes down to it? Kenzi always chooses to live.
She heads for the stairs, rolling her eyes and heaving a sigh just to spite his enthusiasm even though she was probably more excited about this than anything. But Brian wanted calm and no bouncing and no accidental headshots for safety reasons, so feigned boredom it was. At least she can actually see the stairs in the daylight.
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She was sitting on his kitchen floor. That wasn't a fucking coincidence.
He took the rest of the stairs with a thin-lipped look and tossed his keys over onto the couch as he walked toward her. So now, one of two things were going to happen. They were going to be cool, or they weren't going to be cool. He was actually hoping it would be the first since the sex was great, but the second, well. If they had to go that route then they would. He leaned on the counter, boot toes about a foot from the pried-up panel and three feet from Kenzi, and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a small arsenal under his kitchen floor-- welcome home.
"So. I guess I should have locked you in the crate, huh? I thought you were house trained."
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The smile was still there as she looked up at him, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees. It was small, slightly concerned, but still a smile.
"Just tell me you're not one of those guys that knocks athletic people out, throws them in a van, drives them up to some remote wildlife park, sets them loose, and hunts them. Because that would just make things really weird. Or you could just tell me you're Batman if it's one of those 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' things."
Because she really likes not dying. Not being dead is probably one of her favourite pastimes.
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Brian breathed out and shook his head, drawing a hand down over his mouth and staring at the guns. He guessed it could have been worse; she's here, joking about it and not gone, having called the police already. And wouldn't that have been a beautiful thing to come home to. For this kind of artillery? SWAT, sure. But as least not Street, at least not that asshole.
"I don't hunt anybody. I just pay the bills." He spread his arms as if to say hey, you didn't complain about the digs before dropping them back against his thighs and reaching for the panel she'd leaned against a cabinet. "But I really don't want to threaten you, Kenz, all right? You seem like a good girl, and you're a great fuck, so let's you and me figure out a way that this stays between us."
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"Okay," he finally said-- after having been a little quiet over the chilled Lo Mien-- "I think we'll just start you with a handgun and go up the line from there." He dumped his carton in the trash and took a drink of coffee to clear his mouth before walking over to the middle of the floor to pull up the panel hiding his weapons.
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It wasn't necessary. She had her passport, wallet, important stuff on her when she went to the bar. It was just clothes. The cash she'd swiped would be enough to get her a few things.
Later. Worry about it later.
Kenzi finished off her coffee and set the mug back down on the counter, "You hiding a shooting range in the living room? Or are you gonna toss some plates out the window and yell 'pull'?!" The smirk on her face hopefully softened the sarcasm. Not that Brian really needed anything softened.
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"Down the stairs, solider. Hup, hup."
He had a loft in a warehouse-- an empty warehouse. The entire ground floor was open, cleaned and then forgotten about except for when he pulled his car inside. They should probably go to a proper range but he couldn't show up with more than a handgun, shottie, or rifle without arousing suspicion and two outta the three there was no way she had a prayer of being effective with.
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And holy crap, now she's holding two handguns. The caught-in-the-headlights look only lasted about two seconds before the sheer awesomeness washed over her. Okay, so it's not a video game. It's real life. But it's not like she'd really have to shoot anyone, right? ... But she would if she had to. It's all about choices, and when it comes down to it? Kenzi always chooses to live.
She heads for the stairs, rolling her eyes and heaving a sigh just to spite his enthusiasm even though she was probably more excited about this than anything. But Brian wanted calm and no bouncing and no accidental headshots for safety reasons, so feigned boredom it was. At least she can actually see the stairs in the daylight.
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