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“ you’re not talking me out of this, Georgia!”

“I’m not trying to talk you out of it, Eddie!” She countered, eyebrows knit closely together in concern, “I want you to explain it to me so that I can help you.”

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DETECTIVE PIKACHU;

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“You hear that? Something’s close.” “See? This is what I’m talking about. My heart is pounding.“ “Dude, I thought you wanted to, you know, hang out and relive the good old days.“ “Just look at it. That is the perfect Pokemon for you.” “Okay, thank you, [NAME]. Thank you for that. Are there any other emotional truth-bombs you wanna drop on me?“ “I’m worried about you.“ “Please don’t put this all on yourself. No one should go through this type of thing alone.” “Are you trying to rob me, or just annoy me?” “Something’s rotten, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.” “Okay, okay, okay. Whoever you are, I know how to use this.“ “Okay, I’m gonna get a knife.“ “Okay, bad idea with the knife. I’ll find something else.“ “No! No! I’m not going in the trash chute.” “Oh. Looks like someone’s back in a good mood.” “You’re adorable.“ “It’s like destiny.“ “It’s not destiny.“ “You want a coffee? 'Cause I could use a coffee.“ “I could stop whenever I want. These are just choices.” “Look, I’m a great detective. But I can’t solve my own mystery if I have no memory.” “It’s the jellies. It’s that thing, you know? You feel it when you really believe in something despite everyone telling you you’re wrong.” “No, I’m gonna go. We’re done here.” “Hold up a sec. We’re gonna need each other.” “I don’t need a Pokemon. Period. Got it?” “There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope.“ “Oh, you feel it. You feel it in your jellies, don’t you?” “There’s nothing in my jellies.“ “We’re gonna do this. You and me.” “Should we talk about the fact that your childhood bed is a Pikachu bed?” “I’ve never been so flattered and creeped out at the same time.” “Uh, I was drinking that.“ “Just step anywhere. It’s only my life’s work.“ “I can see why you were so excited.” “I was… [scoffs] Okay, I was not that excited.” “Hey, again. Uh… Yeah, I know this seems weird but I actually needed to ask you something.” “This isn’t an office. It’s a coffin with pencils.” “The docks can be dangerous. It’s not the sort of place you want to visit alone at night.” “I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.” “That’s not… That’s not what I meant to say. Um… I’m just gonna…” “We need to get some ground rules if this partnership's gonna work.” “You’re not my partner.“ “My problem is that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.” “He’s saying you can shove it.“ “Real cooking is about following your heart, not a recipe!” “All I hear are consonants, and all I see are nipples.” “Here. Hold my hat. I’m about to rock this place.“ “What are you doing? What is your plan of attack?” “I forgot everything you said! I forget things, it’s what I do! I have amnesia!” “It’s not working. I forgot how to use my powers.“ “Are you crazy? Get out of there!” “No, I’m not in denial! I’m right, I know it!” “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” “I haven’t been really nice to you.” “Well, there’s no such thing as “daddy issues" without “daddy”.” “What’s with the sunglasses?“ “There’s nothing really casual about this.” “Eh, that sounds like a waste of coffee.” “So let me get this right. We’re forced to listen to this spa music so your head doesn’t explode and kill us all.” “Hey, you put that down. I am not giving you a massage.” “I may have amnesia, but I’m pretty sure this is the worst idea anyone’s ever had.” “This is no time for your stupid headaches.“ “I officially hate this forest.“ “That’s a great fifth option. Let’s work on the first four.” “I’m here, partner. I’m here.“ “You’re gonna be okay.” “You have to go on without me.“ “You’re better off on your own.“ “No! No! I need you. Please.“ “You have to stay away. It’s for your own good.” “No. I’m not letting you go.“ “You see? I can’t help it. I hurt the people who need me. That’s who I am. I’m sorry.“ “You tried to kill him!“ “You think you can stand in the way of the future?” “Give me your hand!“ “I didn’t need to defeat you. I just needed to distract you.“ “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you away just when you needed me the most.” “I’m just happy you’re back.” “Meet me later tonight?“ “You think I can stay with you for a while?”

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BURLESQUE 2010;

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“What is this place, a strip club?“ “Is this you flirting?“ “It’s like you’re avoiding me.” “I didn’t divorce you to spend more time with you.” “That is so hot.” “Your mama tell you it’s not polite to stare?” “You’re just so damn beautiful, I–“ “Look, this is cute, but come on. Push up those boobs. Got them, show them. Work them.” “You’re late, you’re late for a very important date.” “Partnerships don’t really work so well with me.” “No, no. "Not now" means not now. No means no.“ “What are you, my mother?“ “You look so beautiful right now. I can’t even tell you.” “You’re so full of shit.” “I don’t have anyone.“ “No, no, stop. It’s gonna be all right. Just please, please, stop crying.“ “Hey, [NAME]. I’m really glad I don’t have to be alone tonight.” “Get some sleep.“ “I took the liberty of making breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. It’s the least I could do.” “You’re straight?“ “You thought I was gay?“ “I’ll be out of your hair in no time.“ “Put me down. What are you doing?“ “You have nowhere to go and I have a couch. Like it or not, you’re gonna stay.“ “Why do they call it morning sickness if it hits you at every fricking moment of the day?” “Excuse me? I’m talking to you!“ “You gotta make me believe that you belong up there. That you own that stage and that nobody’s gonna take it from you. That’s the way it works.“ “Well, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.” “If you just give me a chance. I swear I won’t disappoint you.”  “Didn’t anybody ever give you a shot? Please, I want this so bad. If you just give me a chance, I’d–“ “And remember, with that, don't pull the trigger.” “You like her. I know it kills you, but you have to admit it.” “My boobs are pushed up to my ears, my thong’s a mile up my butt and my eyelashes are so thick they could kick up a stiff wind.” “I’m the kind of guy when a friend is in trouble, I help. It’s just who I am.” “Your dream is killing me! It’s killing me!” “Okay, tell me a lie.“ “I need your expert sewing skills.“ “I don’t love you.“ “I don’t wanna step on any toes.“ “Here, put this on.“ “Never told me you could sing like that.” “You’re crying with happiness, right?“ “How about a drink?“ “Relationship advice from Mr. One-Night-Stand himself.” “No, I’m not cutting my hair.“ “Who said anything about you cutting your hair? You can wear a wig.” “Darling, what did you do for those pearls?” “Hey there, big boy.“ “I think you look…. I mean, it looks….“ “[NAME], we’re friends for Christ’s sake. It’s not like we’re brother and sister. “You have been saying that the sky is falling forever. Everything always works out fine.“ “Look, you have many fine qualities, [NAME]. And then you’ve got some iffy qualities. But you’ve never been a phony.” “Can you come zip me up?“ “Dinner. With me. Give me that. If you ever expect to see this bag alive again… you’ll follow me.” “Hold on a second. Where you going? Hey!” “Where I come from, friends don’t chew on earlobes.” “My God, those are amazing shoes.” “You’re talented enough to get what you want… and I’m smart enough to make it happen.” “There’s only one reason a man buys a woman shoes.” “So what if I’m getting a little male attention?” “You snooze, you lose, pretty boy.“ “You gotta learn who are the people you can trust, the people who like you for you, and who are the people who just want something.” “Since when did you know anything about loyalty?” “I’m just saying. Life is about the choices you make.” “There’s only one man I could see spending the rest of my life with.” “That is tragique. Well, it’s like all truly great love affairs.” “I’m sorry for being a class-A prick.“ “Oh, my feet are killing me. Take off these shoes, please. Help me.” “You are a liar. A pathetic, sneaky little liar!” “You’re asking me to leave?“ “You are such an asshole.“ “Do you ever listen to anything other than your own voice?” “So this is what happens when you get a little money? You stop doing manual labor.“ “I know I messed up, okay? Big time.“ “I never should have let you walk out that door. I want you to come back.”

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"Mm," she purred, moving the hand from her chest to fan herself, "the things you say to me, Gage," her voice was smooth and just on the right side of sultry.

Taking the tag he had given her, she finished cleaning her face, arms and hands. The jumpsuit then got zipped down and tied around her waist. She removed the hair and from her hair, allowing red, flowing locks to cascade over her shoulder and down her back.

"There. Presentable enough?"

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Georgia gasped, practically inhaling his name as one hand was pressed to her chest. “Are you implying I’m a /dirty girl/?” she almost purred with a wicked smirk.

A sly grin found it’s way to his face. He looked her over, making no attempt to be subtle, before meeting her eyes again and nodding his head.

“Georgia, you are a downright filthy girl and you know it.”

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“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

“I did,” Georgia giggled, leaning closer to her friends as her eyes remained on the young man across the room. “But you were thinking it too,” she teased in a hushed voice and grinned. 

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“Might be able to,” Tetsuo answered, picking up pace beside her. “It ain’t a guarantee, but it’s possible.”

While Tetsuo was keeping his nerve, he couldn’t deny that the place was unnerving. It was the near-darkness, really. There were hardly any windows, and the few lights that remained working were dim and flickering. His eyes kept flicking, across every new bit of hallway or room that came into view, looking for signs of trouble as well as his objective.

“Nothin’ yet,” he sighed quietly, “everythin’ here looks like it was salvaged already. Might be a storage wing or more secured area has ‘em if–” The skittering movement of something small and oblong caught his eye, and he snapped his aim to it, the shot from his 10mm lighting up the hallway and shattering the silence. There was a screech as a large rad roach skidded away in a smear of its own innards, curling up and laying still. “–if we can get far enough in.”

She had seen the movement, but Tetsuo reacted before she even had a chance to see what it was. The loud gunshot caused her to flinch and quickly turn her face away from the muzzle flash. Once the radroach was dead, Georgia turned back to look at Tetsuo.

“Maybe the card we found will open something that hasn’t been scavenged yet. I doubt if anybody had found it they’d bother to put it back,” she said, a hopeful note in her voice. She really did hope they’d find what they were both looking for while they were there.

Further down the hallway there was a door, and Georgia hesitated for a brief moment before opening it, unsure of what they’d find on the other side. As the metal doors slid open, a large open area came into view, with observation windows and winding staircases, and most things seemed far more intact than the rest of the hospital. “Whoa,” she exhaled, taking in the room as her eyes roamed over everything in a sweeping motion. She looked over her shoulder at her companion with a bright smile before she entered the room and began descending the first flight of stairs.

Walking the Wire [Tetsuo/Gigi]

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Fox let out a slow breath as he waited, part of him wanting to just go ahead and walk away. She had probably already forgotten about what had happened, and him, moved on to some other customer to flirt with. That wasn’t an entirely logical line of reasoning, but the voice that argued it stubbornly clung to the idea. If she even wanted to do business with hi–

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, and the truncated statement from Georgia. He looked at her, giving a nod to the greeting, and a short, huffing laugh at the question.

“I know where I live,” he assured, pausing briefly before continuing, “and apparently so do you.” He bit his tongue, face distorting into a look of frustration and thoughtfulness for an instant before returning to normal. “Listen,” he sighed, expression softening into something apologetic, “I was an ass.” He held out one of the beers towards her. “I’m sorry. You’re not an inconvenience, and I appreciate that you wanted to help me.”

She held back a small smile at his first comment and merely raised an eyebrow instead. At the offered beer, however, her expression returned to one of surprise, but she accepted it nonetheless. Blinking at him in confusion, she listened to him as he spoke and soon her expression softened. She had never seen him like this, so… genuine? Not in a million years had she thought he would come to apologize, but it was a nice sentiment, and an appreciated one.

“Would you like to come inside?” She asked, smiling at him as she stepped out of the doorway. The atmosphere of the workshop was vastly different from his last visit during business hours. Instead of bright fluorescent lights and the low hum of the extra power generator, the lights were now turned down to cast a warm glow over the room. The jukebox in the corner of the little lounging area she had set up played Easy by the Commodores

A Pilsner Peace Offering [Fox/Gigi]

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She had been fortunate. At least she felt that way. Ever since the episode with Fox and the triggermen, Georgia had been busy with work and had little time to think about everything that had happened. Still, in the late hours of night she had found herself wondering what she had done wrong, and what she could have done differently. If she should have done anything differently (the jury was still out on that).

She had dreaded turning on the radio and jukebox every morning, expecting the worst after Travis had chosen the day after it all to be a great day to play Dinah Washington’s Mad About The Boy.

It had only been fifteen twenty minutes since she had closed the door to the garage, and she was in the middle of tidying up the last bits of tools when she heard the knock on the door. Grabbing a rag off the back of one of the chairs, she started wiping her hands clean as she approached the door.

While she hadn’t actively tried to avoid the mercenary, she hadn’t sought him out either. He had made it rather clear that he only wanted to keep things professional, if even that.

“Sorry, we’re clo-” she cut herself off when she had opened the door enough to see who it was. Her mouth hung open, unable to form a coherent sentence as she surprise of seeing Fox standing there ground her thought process to a sudden stop. “Uh, hi,” she offered, more than a little confused. “You lost? You know your home's that way, right?” She asked when she finally found her voice again, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe and motioned in the direction with her thumb.

A Pilsner Peace Offering [Fox/Gigi]

Fox had tried to push the ordeal with Georgia to the back of his mind. It was true, he was likely going to have to deal with her in order to finish his project with his power armor, but surely that was something that he could sort out later. Still, it was difficult. As the days passed, it became harder and harder for him to justify his frustration with her. She had been trying to help him, and while in the adrenaline of the moment it had seemed like the most idiotic thing, after he had cooled off, it had become difficult to hold onto that reasoning.

The reservations in his mind about being close to her remained, but over the last week, guilt at snapping at her had overtaken even those. He had even taken a job, escorting one of the higher-ups of Marowski’s organization to Diamond City and back, as they had been a bit nervous after screwing over what remained of Skinny Malone’s gang, and rightly so. Normally work took his mind off of just about anything, but in the quieter moments, he found himself softly and a bit sadly humming the tune they had danced to.

It was foolish, some voice in the back of his head told him, to risk further involving himself with someone, and yet here he was, walking along the half-boarded street of Diamond City, two cold beers in one hand as he strode onward in the waning light. It was shortly past the normal closing time for most shops, and as he came into view of the garage, it did indeed seem that Georgia had recently closed up. Hearing a bit of clanking and movement in the place, he walked up stopping at the door, and hesitated a moment before knocking twice. His normal stolid expression had a hint of apprehension to it as he waited.

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“Hm,” a saddened smile spread across her lips. “There’s no use in hiding it, is there? I think he’s very attractive. He has beautiful eyes, and even if it’s rare, he has a wonderful smile. A really nice singing voice too, but that doesn’t really count.” She quickly lowered her voice, “and don’t even get me started on his body,” she practically mumbled under her breath.

“I can’t rightly give him anything below ten.”

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“I like her. I like her a lot. We’ve only met a few times over drinks, but she seems like a really nice person,” Georgia tapped her chin in thought for a moment. “She has very kissable lips, and the freckles suit her nicely. Her eyes are gorgeous, and she has a very charming smile. She’s a nine out of ten.”

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“Ohh, I really like her eyes, they are absolutely stunning,” Georgia exclaimed before putting much thought into it. “I adore her freckles, too. I think she’s a seven out of ten, even with the frown.”

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"Shelby? She's adorable, and a total sweetheart. A ten out of ten, for sure.""I mean, just look at her!"

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“Kind of a rough fella, isn’t he? Can’t say how old he is, but he’s got that ‘you fuck with me and you’ll lose an arm’ kinda look you only see on those who’s experienced a lot.”

“And that voice, damn. I could listen to him talk all day. I’d put him at eight out of ten.”

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“I don’t need a knight in shining armor. A sweet boy in old, blue jeans will do just fine,” she smirked as she looked him up and down. “Apart from sexy as hell, what does he do for s living?”

“Ten out of ten.”

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Georgia let out a slow whistle, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’m just gonna say what we’re all thinking so it’s out there; save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

“Ten out of ten.”