17687/That New Safehouse Smell

That New Safehouse Smell
Date of Scene:	18 April 2024
Location:	That One Warehouse Nobody Goes to by the Docks
Synopsis:	Inez and Domino get together for mischief and mayhem.
Cast of Characters:	Neena Thurman, Inez Temple

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Neena Thurman has posed:
As far as safehouses go, it's ...a safehouse. Certain sacrifices tend to be made when living completely rent-free off the grid, but there's power and with power means lights, heat, fans, and a well stocked fridge. Everything a merc with some downtime could desire, not to mention space for vehicles and hardware aplenty and no prying eyes from every direction.

Domino's been doing some hopping around the globe lately but as usual the city calls, and with it a need to connect with familiar faces. Working gigs is all nice and good but they all lack something without having a buddy to cause some mayhem with.

Beneath an overcast sky a blacked out sport bike with a blacked out rider rolls down along the docks then ducks into one which time and industry seem to have forgotten. The call's been placed and the location's been set, leaving the black leather-wrapped albino to shut down the bike and flick a text to a familiar bombshell's phone.

<<Here.>>

When it comes to making some mayhem, Inez never disappoints.

Inez Temple has posed:
Maybe she's just coming by to have a bottle of wine and cuddle up to a good movie?

Nah. She's chosen violence.

Of course, one doesn't just saunter into a safehouse like it's any old place. Instead, when Inez arrives a few minutes later, she comes in through a fire escape. The door to the escape pops open quietly, and she slides into the building practically unnoticed. The woman slinks along in the dark, until she's to the room that she knows Domino is hiding out in. She creeps up to the door, and slowly pokes it open with the barrel of one of her pistols, giving it a cursory look, before she kicks it open and dives inside.

Her target? Domino. Who she tackles from behind and drags to the floor in a...hug? Sure, probably a hug, as she grins and says, "Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes!"

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino should probably know better than to let her guard down, but where'd be the fun in that? She tosses her bike helmet aside, pulls gloves off of black and white hands, makes sure the fridge is actually working this time, and continues along with every intention of settling in. Movie time, a New York pizza, maybe talk about some new gigs in the area, sometimes it's more about the company than anything.

What she isn't expecting quite so much is to get tackled by what feels like a Mack truck in a cowboy hat. "Whah--!" Inez's arms may be soft but under the surface it's like being caught up in a bunch of steel cables! Down they go, fortunate enough to land on an old piece of carpeting which helps soften their landing to some degree.

"What the hell, Inez!" the albino blurts out, unable to keep herself from laughing. A glance down and she worms an arm around enough to rest a hand atop of one of Outlaw's. "No shit, it's been way too long. Glad you still know how to find your way out here."

There's a slight pause as she looks around, wondering /where/ exactly Inez had come from. "Maybe a little /too/ well..." she kids, twisting her head about to look back at the blonde.

Now that her mind has had a chance to process security measures, Dom offers a lopsided grin and a perfectly nonchalant "This is cozy."

Inez Temple has posed:
"Too cozy." Inez concedes, and then slowly lets Domino up off the floor. She takes her time disentangling herself from her friend, but once done she looks around the room and says in her Texas drawl, "Nice place you got here, it'd be a shame if it got prettied up a bit and be livable."

She heads for the fridge unbidden, and opens it to take out a beer, popping the top off with an easy twist, "How long you been back in town? And, how many jobs you got lined up before you skip off to like Japan or Fez or somewhere?" she asks, leaning back against the counter that is next to the fridge.

Neena Thurman has posed:
There's a soft chuckle at first. As Outlaw lets up Domino relearns how to take a full breath and slowly rolls back to her feet. She's still looking far too amused but her expression falters for a moment while jabbing an index finger toward the other mercenary, warning "Don't you dare" in as (not at all as) serious of a tone as she can manage. Don't be messing with her space, darnit.

With the question raised and the colorless lady giving her leathers a quick tug back in place, she mentally runs through a checklist before replying "You got me. Got another out of state project in the works but I'm actually planning to be around this side of the globe for a while. Honest. Madripoor's fun and all but there's still plenty of domestic chaos with my name on it."

A pale hand comes to rest on Inez's shoulder as Dom digs out a beer for herself. A turn on her booted heel and she's leaning back against the same counter, side to side with her well armed companion. "How about you" she wonders, flicking the beer cap at the right angle to rebound it off of the wall and plink neatly into the garbage. "Local? Roaming? 'Cause we need to party again soon."

Inez Temple has posed:
"Domestic chaos? I don't see no boxers hanging off no bedpost, so you can't be THAT domesticated yet." Inez teases before she takes a long glug of the drink she has in her hand. She then slips an arm around her friend's waist and says, "Couch?" by way of suggesting they should end up sitting on the couch. She prompts Domino by giving her a little tug in that direction.

"Me? You know me. My plans don't happen til well after I should have been planning them for a month already. We'll see where I end up and what I do. Could use some company round here doing the usual haunting of what they consider a dive bar round these parts." The last part is said with a bit of disdain for the status of New York City dive bars. Not divey enough for her it seems.

Once to the couch, Inez slides into one corner of it, watching to see where Domino decides to go, before she tucks her legs up under her, and adds with sincerity, "Missed having you around."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Dom stares across the room, stifling an unexpected cough. "That's ...not quite what... Poor choice of wording" she awkwardly replies, finding something back on that floor to stare at again up until Inez makes the suggestion on relocating. "Yeah, that" she decides, seeming perfectly content with being pulled along. It also happens to give her time to take another long drink.

A short bark of laughter comes next at Outlaw's sense of planning. "Right, right. I should know better. Now if you need a drinking partner, I've always got your back."

Outlaw takes point and the pale lady follows, flopping onto the ratty old couch with a partial lean against the blonde. Heavy knee boots settle upon a makeshift table, crossed at the ankle as she makes herself right at home.

"Missed bein' around. Can't help it though, the wanderlust bug keeps finding me. Exotic locales, money to rake in, countries to be banned from" she aimlessly gestures about with bottle in hand. "Some of that shit isn't so easy to get away with States-side. They tend to notice and some of the agencies around here have /real/ good memories" she says with a rolling of eyes. "Sometimes you gotta do some flying to get an itch scratched."

Inez Temple has posed:
Inez Temple tppths at that, "Agencies. Look, if they was any good at what they did, they wouldn't be in an /Agency/, they'd be out doin what we do and gettin paid for it. They just like you to THINK they're good at it," she claims, waving her beer in front of her to punctuate her point. She then takes another draw from the drink, and then sets it aside.

"So, back to get all domesticated," she teases, and continues, "And the first person you call is me? Well, isn't that sweet. Got any other plans other than trying to get on all the watchlists that exist currently? Or just here for a good time?" she asks with a wink and a nudge of her shoulder.

Neena Thurman has posed:
There's an "Mmh" sound from the neck of a glass bottle as the pale lady tips it back. Her next comment comes with a sour note, "I have history. Some considerations to make."

A long breath is held then released, mentally setting all of that unwanted baggage aside as she sinks a bit further into the couch. She barely has any time to clear her thoughts when Inez goes back to teasing, prompting a quick slap to her nearest knee. "You make it sound like I'm gonna be making cookies in a damn apron" she about growls, not really angry but in typical Disapproving Domino mode. Not that it lasts long before she's back to jesting. "Yeah, well if I didn't reach out to you first that intro tackle might have gone a bit worse for me."

At the same moment she's slipping one of Outlaw's revolvers from its holster, giving the wheelgun a roll around her finger. "A little from Column A, a little from Column B" she suggests in typical dismissal, though the smirk etched upon those black stained lips suggests anything but discreet. "It has been /far/ too long since I've pushed my luck."