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No, no - whiskey or not, I don't make mistakes about these things.

....Ohhhh. Huh. Well, I guess nobody said an angel couldn't have hobbies. I'm sure it's better than anything E.L. Smith could come up with.

Have I looked in the business section for my business book? [laughs] I like to think I have at least three brain cells capable of making logical decisions, so yes, I have. I've also asked the librarian like four times to help me out, but he's probably older than London itself so I think he keeps forgetting about me and my plight. 

Aged whiskey does that to a person. It has its angelic qualities, so I’d forgive anyone who made that mistake.

Well, sort of. I can’t really go into much detail, but I’ve written a few books on these shelves. Hopefully you’ll never have to endure them. As for your book, the title makes it sound like it’s about business. Have you perused that section?

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shoot to thrill | leon & scarlett

Drawing a slow, steady breath, steely blue eyes entrenched in solemn determination gradually wandered to the multi-colored circular target sitting about eight yards off from where the man currently stood. His poise was rigid, the muscles in his arms taut as he drew back the thick black string supporting the arrow he'd knocked moments prior. He had little time to second guess himself - which he never did anyway - before feeling the gentle pulse sent through the bow as he released it, a moment of doubt stealing across his mind as he watched the steel head embed itself into the very edge of the target. Two other arrows lay just beyond the target - a testament to his earlier failures.

"You're rusty," Came the hoarse chuckle, coated in his heavy Russian accent, from somewhere behind him, causing Leo to send a playfully offended glance to the old man observing him. "I haven't used a bow in five years - if I had a gun, we'd be having a completely different conversation. Cut me some slack, Victor." Leo shook his head at his friend's judgmental glance, but a smile came to him nonetheless. He'd told Scarlett he knew how to shoot a bow - not that he was particularly good at it. "Your aiming is a mess - how you expect to teach anybody anything? Here, this is how you do it." The old man stole the weapon from Leo's grasp, knocking the arrow in his hand as easily as if the high-tech bow were a toy, and showing him the correct way to aim. Well, he supposed it was a good thing he'd gotten there early then. Perhaps the teacher needed to be taught a thing or two as well.

As noon rolled around, Leo glanced at his phone, making sure the information he'd sent his new found acquaintance had been accurate. The indoor archery range was spacious, if anything, and given that he had rented out the entire building for half the day, no one was there to share it with. Victor had conveniently wandered away for the time being, leaving Leon alone a moment to practice his stance. Adjusting the strap of his plain white tank top, he was the model of casual with his khakis to boot, but it was a rare occasion when he was allowed anything else than a dress shirt and slacks, so he was savoring the moment. It was about 15 C outside but the air within the building was marginally more pleasant. Drawing the bow back - but leaving out the arrow this time - it wasn't until he heard the main doors open a ways off did he turn to see the familiar woman arrive. Turning towards her quickly with his bowstring still drawn back, he screwed one eye shut, pretending to playfully aim at her before letting the string go as he seemingly shot something in her direction.

"Surprise, surprise. Good to know it'll take more than a man with homicidal tendencies to scare you off." Giving her a slanted grin, he lowered his bow, meeting her eyes fleetingly before indicating to the row of targets situated a ways off with a casual jerk of his head. "Are you ready to begin?" 

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Well that's a mouthful. I will be sure to get right on that after I misplace my friends and general social life!

Hey now, I would be honored. There are starving children in Africa who could eat those pennies, and you're just willing to let them go to waste. Or at least, I think that's how that saying goes. 

Five minutes before my shift ended,

It’s TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It’s a spaceship that travels through time and space. You need to watch Doctor Who.

Whether I put it bluntly or not, it doesn’t change the facts.

That probably would be a good idea. And if you call it agressive, just think about how would you react if somebody would try to pay you $200 in pennies. I’m sure you would get pissed rather quickly too.

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I'm a sheltered guy, I can't help it I don't know what your "TERDIS" thing is. This is the part where you help a fellow out and tell me. Then I'll know what it is and we'll be friends again. Problem solved. 

Well, if you want to put it bluntly.

Wow, that's aggressive. Maybe I'll skip the discount and just pay for the meal in pennies. I have a lot of them between the couch cushions. I have to do something with them, you know. But I also don't have a death wish, so perhaps I'll have to target some other poor soul with my abundance of pennies. 

Five minutes before my shift ended,

Torture devi- what? You don’t know what the TARDIS is? We can’t be friends if you don’t know what the TARDIS is.

After how you call them? Are they stupid or are they stupid?

$200 all in pennies? I’m pretty sure my boss or one of my co-workers would kill you if you try to give me $200 in pennies. And I would probably get so famn frustrated while you count it in front of me that I would say ‘Fuck you’ and not even ask for the tip. Don’t do it though, you’re not gonna get a discount of you do it.

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Who says that's my biggest secret....?

Perfect. How does Saturday at noon sound? I can write down the address of the place for you, or text it to you if you give me your number - whatever works best. 

So I found a thing.

Fair enough. I suppose after spilling out your biggest secret, you’ll need all the mystery you can get. I guess I’ll have to do that.

Ah, how lovely. Well, I’m off work on Friday through Sunday so any of those three days works for me. Oh really? Sounding less like a creepy killer by the second.

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Whoa now, I can't lose my air of mystery so easily. Guess you'll just have to find out, won't you? 

A killer in the company of another killer. Now that we've both got these light-hearted confessions out of the way, what day and time are you good for our totally-innocent shooting lesson? I know a special range we can go to in the relative vicinity  and an old friend who can hopefully procure some targets. And I'll see what I can do about the arrows. 

So I found a thing.

I knew it. There’s always something too good to be true about attractive men. They’re either married, not interested in women, or serial killers. In your case would it be only the latter?

Pure evil, huh? That hurts, it really does. 

Pleasure to meet you, Leon. Or not since you’ve just confessed to being a serial killer. Your assumption is right. But for now I go by Scarlett.

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Looks like the cat's outta the bag now. Only, I prefer death by fedora. As you can tell, I am clearly the king of original. And I look stylish at the same time. Win-win. 

Oh no, no, no. You can't hide behind that pretty face - I know pure evil when I see it. 

Well, that sounds fair enough. But before you kill a man you should at least ask him for his name. I'm Leon. Am I free to assume your legal name will soon be changed to Hawkeye?

So I found a thing.

Hmm, and how would you know that? Unless of course, you’re an original serial killer yourself… -gasps jokingly- Why, you can’t be talking about me, surely. I am the nice person. Totally not serial killer material.

So you know how to shoot one yet I’m the serial killer here? -chuckles- Really? I would love that. I promise to kill you last, does that work?

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A TARDIS? Is that some type of torture device? I'm old, you're going to have to speak slowly and firmly if you want me to understand what you're saying.

I don't, they just like to think we are. 

So what if it was $200 in pennies? Would you not take it?

Five minutes before my shift ended,

You know what? If you can get a TARDIS and get Hitlet to sit in for a meal to Patrick’s, I’ll let you throw mac and cheese at him. In fact, I’ll even join you.

I wouldn’t call them friends in the case, to be honest.

I try to get you discount, and you don’t even want to tip me properly? Damn, what kind of deal is that?

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Are you at least from the 1964 Glenlivet collection, then? Even in my hallucinations, I would hope I only drink the best. Or maybe I've died and you're an angel, come to take my wayward soul away to the land of fluffy clouds and free cocktails and...whatever. I'm not sure which option is sounding more appealing right now.

Whoa. I'm in the presence of a published author?! What's your work called? I'll have to read it, if I ever make see the light of day again. 

And, my efforts have been in vain so far. Mind helping me out?

Most likely the latter, to be honest. It’s quite easy to get lost in the young adult literature section, isn’t it? They seem to be materializing daily. And no, I’m not here for that mainstream erotica rubbish, but I suppose it’s close enough. I’m looking for one of my own books. Did you ever find that book of yours, then?

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Well, hey, that would be one original serial killer. And maybe that's what they want you to think to try and throw you off the fact that they have a bow in the first place.... This is sounding suspiciously like the brunette holding a bow right now.... And it isn't me.

That's alarming. I may or may not know how to shoot one. I could always give you the basic run down, if you promise to spare me when you start masquerading as the killer named Hawkeye.

So I found a thing.

Ah, that totally didn’t make you sound like a creepy serial killer. -chuckles- Oh, that does make it less creepy. Much less creepy. And I don’t really think a serial killers weapon of choice would be a bow and arrow anyways.

No, I don’t. I might take lessons though. Just so I can say I know how to shoot arrows. Also because it might be my dream to become more like Hawkeye. I don’t think they left behind any arrows.

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What if, hypothetically speaking, Hitler walks in? Would I be in the wrong if I threw it at him? I need clarification here. 

Well, depending on the person, anything from 'boss' to 'that asshole in the tie'. Unfortunately my line of work doesn't involve a lot of face-to-face sincerity when it comes to friends.

Ah, Rebecca. Now I know who to request whenever I find myself at Patrick's. I only tip solely in pennies though, I hope that won't be a problem. 

Five minutes before my shift ended,

It’s not up to me, but I guess I can see what I can do. But only if you promise never to throw a plate of mac and cheese at anybody.

Only 95.3%? What about the other 4.7%? How do they call you? Pleasure is all mine, I’m Rebecca.

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It's pretty bad. Either you're a petite blonde woman or a large, very sassy bottle of Glenlivet. I can't tell, I'm hallucinating from lack of supplies. 

I'm a man on a mission. I was looking for a book called Blue Ocean Strategy and got lost somewhere between the teen romance novels and the 'How to - insert verb here - For Dummies' guides. Haven't found my way back out since. What about you? Come to pick up your 50 Shades of Grey copy? 

Only 173? What an amateur. A true library inhabitant would have brought rations. I have a flask in my backpack, for crying out loud. What was your original quest, anyway?

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Leo took a moment to study the woman. Her haggard appearance betrayed her obvious lack of a good night's rest, which might have explained the course of events that led to the predicament they were in now. She seemed incredibly stressed out, moreso than him, indicating her obvious sleep deprivation was fueling this, or the fact that perhaps she was to blame. Either way, at her exclamation of how it was her fault, he let a seemingly gentle smile pull at his lips before he casually waved a hand around. "Worse things have happened." He gave a half-assed reassurance, grabbing a handful of napkins from the counter top nearby and offering her a few. The rest, meanwhile, he devoted to gently dabbing at the massive splotch of brown. It didn't really help anything except keeping excess liquid from spilling on his pants.

"At least it wasn't hot, right?" He glanced up at her again, wadding up the napkins and tossing them in the trash. Untucking a portion of his shirt to examine it more thoroughly, he nodded slowly in agreement, though kept any irritation from his demeanor. He really wasn't the sort to make a scene. "I could just tell the boys at my business meeting it's a new fashion statement. It's really no big deal, Miss...?" His smile broadened, indicating he was clearly joking. But to say his intent wasn't to quietly worsen her guilt would have been a lie. "I'm just trying to think what's quicker - run home, or simply buy a new shirt. It's at least a thirty minute drive to my house with traffic, and my meeting's in an hour. Know of any stores around here that sells this type of stuff? Or maybe any tricks to get out a huge stain?"

dog days | leo & rose

They were trying to get rid of her.

Her colleagues were worried about her. She could feel it permeating the air in every gentle tone and heavy glance sent her way, and she supposed such things were warranted; considering she hadn’t been home for more than a handful of minutes at a time in nearly a week, and her locker was beginning to look more and more like a closet with each passing day. She was tired, and it showed, and she was probably dangerously close to a forced vacation, but she clenched her teeth and soldiered on defiantly, helping shut case after consecutive case because they couldn’t argue with the results. They couldn’t tell her to stop saving people.

They could, however, send her on coffee runs when their machine broke , to a shop that just so happened to be a block away from her apartment. She had a nagging suspicion they hoped she might give up half way through her mission and crash in her bed for a month. Instead she kept her gaze firmly away from her building and pulled her phone out of her pocket as she pulled open the heavy wooden doors to the shop, glancing up just in time to collide right into a broad chest. 

“oomf." She says eloquently,blood draining from her face as she realizes she just spilled fucking coffee all over someone. Granted it wasn’t hers, but she hadn’t been looking where she was going. Her eyes flicker down to assess the damage and she winces apologetically, taking in the mans soaked dress shirt. She’d gotten away relatively unscathed, most of it landing on her leather jacket, but she let’s out an exasperated sigh anyways because of course this would happen to her. She should’ve known something as simple as a coffee run would turn out to be anything but.

“I’m so sorry. I’m many things, but graceful has never been one of them." He says, voice deep and rueful and a tad annoyed, and she takes a step back to re-establish her sense of personal space before answering. “No, no, it was my fault!" She counters, scrubbing her face tiredly and gesturing to his shirt. “I’m fine, nothing a wet napkin can’t fix, but your shirt—" She cuts off with a twist of her mouth; it looks like it’s worth an entire days’ pay—

"Your shirt looks pretty ruined."

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Day 173 of being stranded in the London Library. There's no end in sight to the quest I originally set out on. Send help. Send food. Send alcohol, preferably. 

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Alright, alright, but only if you give me a discount on my order of macaroni. We're clearly friends now so you can do that, right? Please?

Granted, 95.3% of the time my friends tend to know my name. It's Leon, by the way. Pleasure. 

Five minutes before my shift ended,

I cannot say a bad thing about it, actually. I was skeptical at first, because the owner is really young and he didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing, but he proved me wrong right on my first day in work, and I can honestly say tha it does live up to the reputation. You should try it out sometime.

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There are water beds too. I knew a guy who kept beta fish in his. They didn't last very long, so I don't recommend that, but you need to try one of those out if you can. And make sure I'm around because your face would probably be priceless.

Well I'm glad you think so. I had to take it in college, which considering I'm old as dirt, was a very long time ago - but at least I remember one word. Your English is pretty good too. What are you studying in school?

Western beds are so soft!

"King" Size? There is KING size??I want to try~ (laughs)

Eh—sugoi—sugoi! Your Japanese is perfect! Ohayou Gozaimasu~ (He inclines his head politely, warm smile on his face.) Ahh-School, actually.