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Sarah Connor ([personal profile] knowthyexits) wrote2011-01-02 07:42 pm
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She's an idiot.

Sarah's been reiterating this again and again, but nonetheless, she's here. She's here and she's even put on decent clothes for this blind date that a crazy woman set up. Insanity may have been prevalent in the whole process, but she still finds herself curious as to what kind of man she'll be meeting tonight. Her thoughts stray always to Reese and to Charley and how they were both good men trying to fight to make the world better.

The men she's met here seem the same, but she's not exactly a great prize considering everyone else is at least twenty years younger and far more attractive than she can ever muster. She can clean up nicely enough, but pry away the clothes and all there's left is scars and shrapnel and proof of her war.

Still, here she is in a pair of good jeans and a decent top, hands awkwardly shoved in her pockets as she waits for this mysterious man. The added fact that they're at the Winchester doesn't help. This is her workplace. This is where she knows people and they know her.

Like Sarah said: insane.

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-03 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Did this count as desperation, or just being a pushover? Keith wasn't sure. He supposed he could have said no to the woman, if you said no to apparently literal Greek goddesses who were bent on setting you up, but as presented, that would have meant standing someone up. He'd have felt bad. So he'd make the most of it, and try not to feel disappointing.

Well, no, he didn't have any personal issues of inadequacy, he was quite happy with who he was, how he looked. But it was an island full of people who looked like movie stars, you couldn't help but be aware. Still. Sense of humour, confidence, they worked wonders.

He tried not to be too obvious about looking about when he walked in. He made a guess, walked over to her. "Stop me if you've heard this one," he said. "A former Greek goddess walks into an office..."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-03 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it in one," Keith said, with a small merry smile. "Tell you what, I get a lot of weird people coming into my office with surprises, and that was... probably in the top ten. Keith, Keith Mars." He extended a hand.

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-03 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"PI," he said, and then, in his best old timey movie voice, that slightly nasal drawl, "Private dick, y'see." Then, in a more normal voice, "There's only about half as many mysterious bird statues when you do it for real, so don't get your hopes up. What about you?"

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You haven't seen the Maltese Falcon? Wow," he said, not critical -- it was, after all, an old movie, and a lot of people had, and besides, it might not even exist in her universe -- but affecting a degree of concern. "Well, if I make it to a second date, I know what we're doing. Do you want to sit down?"

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Good choice," he said, heading over, rapping his knuckles on it when he arrived. "Solid looking table."

He pulled out a chair for her, because Keith Mars had class, thank you very much. "Television free, huh? You know, I can't blame you."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, the simpler, kind of offensive shows of our youth," he said, taking his own seat. "So, the family. That's you, and..."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Painful subject. It would be. He doesn't like to think of Veronica not being around.

"Sure," he said. "Coming here even on a night off, huh? They really do have the market cornered."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Not that much call for it," he said. "I guess I could sit outside that strip club with a camera and relive the old days, but it'd look kind of weird without a client, y'know? No, I'm IPD."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, that was fine," Keith said, shaking his head reassuringly. "I mean, I think, I don't have a lot to compare it to-" this was by way of a teasing joke, he hoped he pulled it off, "- it's been a while for me, too. Let's just give ourselves permission to be terrible at this, how about that? No judgment."

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-15 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Keith grinned. "And then I pull out my stuffed ferret from under the chair," he agreed. "It's fate!"

[identity profile] neptune-noir.livejournal.com 2011-01-15 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a good line," Keith agreed, nodding. "Deep and catchy. I was always more of a 'control your own destiny' kind of guy, anyway."