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You should buy me a drink.

[Good, because she doesn't want to talk about it, either. She only told him in the interest of full disclosure. If they're going to work together again, if she's going to trust him like she says she does, then he should know at least the basics.

Everything else that happened, well, that's as much Cobb's story to tell as hers. If he's not talking, she won't.

But his words make her smile, an anticipatory gleam in her eyes.]

Three o'clock is when I'm done. I can make it there by three-thirty.

[And maybe, just maybe, he'll keep playing the gentleman long enough to take her to dinner.]

[Dom and Arthur had a 'don't ask, don't tell' sort of relationship. In the end, it probably contributed to the problem. Buy it wasn't like Arthur didn't know about Mal's inception or how bad she was bursting through the subconscious. They just didn't talk about it. Arthur was good at avoiding.]

Sounds like a plan. [He had to smile at the look she was giving him.]

[She polishes off her drink, then glances around.] I'd suggest another round, but, I'll confess, I can't hold my liquor well, and I don't think it'd be a great start to a working relationship for you to have to take me home totally sloshed and put me to bed.

[It's only after she says it that she realizes it could be taken the wrong way.] I mean... uh. [There's really not a good way to reword that, not that she can think of, not after two G&Ts. Woops. Note to self: don't have more than one drink in Arthur's company if you can help it.]

[He smiles lightly. Her subtle innuendo and embarrassment were cute.] It's fine. If you wish to have more, I'll safely see you to your door and no furthur.

[She laughs.] You are a consummate gentleman, Arthur, and while I would absolutely trust you to do just that, what I don't trust is myself. I've been known to do and say outrageously embarrassing things while drunk, and I'm not about to put our working relationship in jeopardy before it's even started. [The fact that she's even saying this is probably indicative of her state of semi-tipsiness.]

But thanks, really. I like knowing I've got someone I can call if I ever need a safe ride home.

At least you have a head on your shoulders, albeit very blunt.

I shall see you tomorrow then. And yes, if you ever need anything, call. I'll at least see what I can do.

You'll get used to it, I'm sure. I don't like walking on eggshells. [With that, she grabs her bag and strides towards the door.] See you tomorrow!

[He smiled and nodded lightly.] See you tomorrow, Ariadne.

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