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[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*sitting on Lincoln Memorial's steps, eating*

Comments

[on-jennys-terms.livejournal.com]

*oh look, Jenny's dodged her "escort" again* Nice afternoon, isn't it?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*Puts his hot dog back in its paper, and smiles a little*

It really is, especially after all the heat.

[on-jennys-terms.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can't remember being more thankful to have air conditioning.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Me neither, though I think it was one of the few times in my life I would have preferred a relaxed dress code. *As he is ALWAYS in a 3-Piece suit at work*

*offers her the hand not holding the hot dog, he knows who she is, but he's going to play dumb* Clayton Webb.

[on-jennys-terms.livejournal.com]

*she smiles and shakes his hand* Jenny Shepard. *she grabs a seat near him and crosses her legs at the knee*

[det-coulter.livejournal.com]

*Walks up behind him, her heels echoing on the marble; she smirks crossing her arms over her chest.*

Quickie dinner?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Mmmhmm.

*Swallows the bite of hot dog topped with hot onions and gestures to the empty stair next to him*

It's a nice evening. Figured I might as well enjoy it.

[det-coulter.livejournal.com]

*She lightly shakes her head, hiding a chuckle as she sits down.*

It is. Though with toppings like that, you're likely to scare all the girls away. *Pins some hair behind her ear.* How've you been Clay?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

There are a surprising number of people who don't mind it much, believe it or not.

*Though he wasn't going to eat it in front of Avery, since he figured that would be rude.*

Same as usual really, one classified government meeting after another.

[freshoffthefarm]

[Approaches from the front so he gets a good look, but doesn't say anything at first.]

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*gets his good look, glad she's doing well.*

[freshoffthefarm]

[She waits, then crosses her arms over her chest and ALMOST smiles]

You coached Arthur.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*amused, as he knows what she's talking about* He just needed some things worded a little better.

[on-jennys-terms.livejournal.com]

*oh look, Jenny's dodged her "escort" again* Nice afternoon, isn't it?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*Puts his hot dog back in its paper, and smiles a little*

It really is, especially after all the heat.

[on-jennys-terms.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can't remember being more thankful to have air conditioning.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Me neither, though I think it was one of the few times in my life I would have preferred a relaxed dress code. *As he is ALWAYS in a 3-Piece suit at work*

*offers her the hand not holding the hot dog, he knows who she is, but he's going to play dumb* Clayton Webb.

[det-coulter.livejournal.com]

*Walks up behind him, her heels echoing on the marble; she smirks crossing her arms over her chest.*

Quickie dinner?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Mmmhmm.

*Swallows the bite of hot dog topped with hot onions and gestures to the empty stair next to him*

It's a nice evening. Figured I might as well enjoy it.

[det-coulter.livejournal.com]

*She lightly shakes her head, hiding a chuckle as she sits down.*

It is. Though with toppings like that, you're likely to scare all the girls away. *Pins some hair behind her ear.* How've you been Clay?

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

There are a surprising number of people who don't mind it much, believe it or not.

*Though he wasn't going to eat it in front of Avery, since he figured that would be rude.*

Same as usual really, one classified government meeting after another.

[freshoffthefarm]

[Approaches from the front so he gets a good look, but doesn't say anything at first.]

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*gets his good look, glad she's doing well.*

[freshoffthefarm]

[She waits, then crosses her arms over her chest and ALMOST smiles]

You coached Arthur.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

*amused, as he knows what she's talking about* He just needed some things worded a little better.