Title: *working on it...*
A crowd of people rushes in the train, most rushing to get a good seat others just want to get their bodies warm. A blonde wearing a red cap is seen moving about the carts, seemingly looking for a good seat but seems to have gotten the good sense that there's none, and stops near a lady who’s too engrossed talking to another person on the phone.
christ, I cant breathe, so much people in here. Was what Willow thought as she boarded, finding an empty space to the right of woman almost shouting to the person she was talking to, she proceeded to play eye-tag with the people on the train, until she noticed the blonde with the red baseball cap. Whoa! This girl had her hand in the woman’s purse! Look away, look away....too late.
The blonde had felt, someone watching her and as she looked up, true to her hunch the red head who was mere inches away from them was looking at her. Catching her eye, the red head looks away as if uncaring to what she’ll do. The blonde sighs, putting back the wallet in the purse as inconspicuous as she could.
The train makes its stop, and the woman who she earlier was stealing from, steps out leaving the blonde standing next to the redhead. Neither woman dared to look at each other. A pair of men enters the cart, dressed in ordinary clothes, but the way they had walked about made the thief’s eye widen; blue eyes showed signs that it was panicking. Putting two and two together, she knew what made the blonde panic. Cops.
Taking a risk, Willow moves to hover over the blonde, placing her hand over the other girls, squeezing it. The blonde looks up to her, curiously but cowers over the smaller woman’s body as the pair walks by. The blondes peeks over the red heads shoulder and sees that the men had moved on to the next cart, she smiles, unseen by Willow.
Another stop, and blonde leaves the train, and giving Willow a lopsided smile, as the door closes. The blonde waves a wallet at her, not just any bi-fold wallet....MY SALVATORE FERRAGAMO BI-FOLD WALLET! Hey! I “borrowed” that from Xander!
The blonde smirks at Willow, as the Redhead pats her inner jacket pocket, only to find her wallet gone. As the train moves, slowly breaking both girls line of sight from each other, the blonde shows Willow a copper button. It's almost the size of a .. "Penny." The blonde mouths to Willow in case she didnt get it.
Finally walking back to Green Point Avenue, she sees Penny sitting on a ledge, waiting for her.
“Took you long enough, C’mon before the food goes cold.” Penny says, taking Willow hand as she leads her to a shabby looking Chinese restaurant.They both sit down, Willow finally notices the two steaming bowl of noodles on the table.
“I didn’t know if you were a vegetarian or whatever, so I figured noodles would be safe.” She smiles and eats her noodles with gusto, complete with slurping the noodles.
Willow rolls her eyes at the girls, but nonetheless eats as well. What the hell em I doing? I dont even eat pho, bleugh its so plain.
As if hearing the redheads complaint, Penny takes a yellow condiment container, and squirts a more than hefty dose of brown liquid on the girls bowl.
“Its called hoisin sauce, you dont wanna know whats it made of, but its sweet, you’ll like it.” she says while continually eating and then squirting her bowl a dose of the brown sauce too.
“thanks” Willow mutters as she eats it, this time she does enjoy the food.
As they finish eating, Penny leaves 40 dollars and walks out, leaving Willow to follow the girl.
Once outside, walking a few ways till they reach a park. Penny turns and reaches out Willow’s wallet.
“uhh.. thanks.” was all that the redhead could say, taking back the wallet and puts it in her inner pocket, where it belongs.
Willow looks up, and is mesmerized by a different hue of blue that she sees on the other girl, the blonde herself was drawn by the emerald iris that the redhead possessed.
A beat. Five minutes pass by and yet both girls just stood there staring at each other. Penny was the first to break the starefest.
“It was nice meeting you Willow, you should be more careful with the people you choose to help. Most people aren’t who they really appear to be.”
And with that the Penny runs across the park, slowly disappearing to the night.
What a weird night. Willow turns around and heads back to the train station to meet her client.
A couple of days later.
“Finally, a chance for me to relax.” Willow says to an empty apartment.
Preparing for a night out, she takes out a white satin dress shirt, a black narrow tie, and then finishing off with some black slack that she lays down on her bed, satisfied with her clothing choice she goes for a shower.
“Willow! I thought, I was gonna miss my wingman tonight. What dimension hole did you fall off to?” asked a male voice as she approached the bar.
Taking a seat, “Nowhere, works just been hectic.” She replies nonchalantly.
“You work for yourself, how is work hectic?”
“It just is. I’m here now aren’t I? How’s the crowd tonight?”
“A couple of new faces”
“Wanna play Professions?”
“Ah hell no, not after that zoophilia Movie Director stunt you did.”
A hearty chuckle could be heard from the redhead. “Well, she was interested in it and you are still seeing her, arent you?”
“Still! Do you know how disappointed she was the next morning when I told her that I was just an Architect?!”
Willow choked on her drink at this, after coughing out the rest that were stuck in her throat. “Xander stop it, your killing me here. If you'll excuse me, something caught my eye.”
Xander gave her a curious look, but nodded his head, as she stood up and started following a girl to the lower level of the bar, to her knowledge was where the coat check was. Staying by the shadows, she sees the blonde chatting up to the receptionist, then offers a sip to the guy from her beer. Moment later the sound of a head banging on the counter was heard.
Does she not take a day off "Penny for your thoughts?” she disrupts the blondes accent over the counter. “You know there’s undercover cops working here, right?” Willow asks again as the blonde had not replied nor made any move to get back down.
“Do you not have a life?”
“I was trying to live it, but then I saw a familiar face up to no good. It seems that my concern for other peoples money outweighed my night of fun. Get down from there before someone else catches you.” The redhead moves towards Penny to grasp her hand, steadying the blonde, as she climbed down.
“C’mon I’ll buy you a beer, I’d rather you steal from me than others.”
The blonde giggled at Willows comment, she had wondered when the redhead found out that she took all her cash, did she walk home that night?
“What happened here?” a petite blonde asked, noticing no one operating the counter.
Shit! Turning around Willow replies, “Everythings fine, Buff, My date got kind of frisky, and took out Mark so we could have some privacy, I’ll grab some ice for his head.”
“Oh, ok.” The blonde, named Buffy replied, as if it were a regular occurrence.
The pair walk confidently away from the other girl.
“Do you know the owner of this place or something?” Penny finally asked once they were out of earshot from the other girl.
“Something like that.” Was all that Willow allowed herself to divulge. “Sit here” She ordered the girl, and waving at the new bartender
“Get me an icepack, and give her anything she wants.”
“Ok, Boss.” BOSS? Echoed in Penny's head, she stared wide eyed at Willow, who only winked at her. Thanking the bartender for the ice pack, she turned walking back to the coat check, leaving Penny to think about what she should order.
Coming back to the bar, she sees Penny sulking.
“You haven’t picked someones pocket have you?” She says as she sat down next to the girl.
“No, I couldn't , that guy wont stop looking at me.” Penny says, pointing towards Xander.
Willow waves over the guy, “Xander this is Penny. Penny. Xander.”
“That was quick! A pleasure to meet one of Willows women.” He says.
“Riiight,” Was all Penny could reply.
“Where’s Anya?” Willow asks, wondering where the tactless woman who was usually attached to his arm was. [i wanted to use blonde here to, but i realized i had way too many blondes here..buffy, anya, penny/tara]
“Work, something about a co-worker of hers that called in sick the last minute. Speaking of last minute, it’s getting late, I have an early morning meeting tomorrow. I’ll see you again Will, nice meeting you Penny.”
“Byeeee...” The blonde slurred, and attempted to wave at Xander with her head down. Looking at her with her head down, one had nursing a beer, the other still foolishly waving at a long gone Xander. Willow notices the three empty bottles of Heineken near her.
“C’mon Fingersmith, I’m taking you home, where do you live?”
“Mahhormakenzee and Rohhvelloo” came the reply.
“What? Hey!” Willow shook the girl, but an ensuing snore only answered her speculation, the girl was asleep.
“Great. I wanted to be taken care of tonight, not the other way around.” Loosening her tie, she turned the blonde, taking her arms over her shoulder, which automatically encircled her, and took the girls legs carrying the blonde out the bar in a piggy-back. [For some odd reason i can't write this scene properly..does it make sense?]
“I cant believe this. First she steals from me, then she cant even handle beer.” she muttered all the way to her car, as she dropped the girl carefully to the passenger seat and buckling her seat belt.
Mission Accomplished; Mole has established contact with Target.
“Report”
“Agent Mc Lay has established contact with the target. Target is a 25 year old, single white female. Who owns an unknown company called Coloured Loops Inc.; a dark horse to Apple, and The Bronze; a bar. Both establishments are legally bought and managed, her money comes from Apple. Who’s been paying to keep her products from being marketed or leaving the country. A couple of parking tickets, nothing that should draw our notice. Up until a couple of months ago, where our IT department intercepted and decoded emails from one Warren Mears,” Click, the picture from the projector changes to a chubby male. “Who we know, was responsible for almost cracking down the National Treasury Bureau.”
“What is she doing with him?” Came the irritable voice.
“As we know ma’am is that they are trying to decode something, but we are still in the dark as to what.”
“That’s it?! We’ve been following them for months now! Almost a year, I dont want all my agents working on this case, there are dozen other hoodlums out there that should be focused on!”
“With all due respect, Director Walsh, this kid Warren is a genius, add to the fact that he’s working with Willow, who might have programmed or worked with every software-decoder out there known to man. Sending out a field agent was the best choice we could make, all we can do now is wait for Agent Mc Lay to integrate herself.”
[Well, what do you think? anyone? (Professions - one player will choose a profession of the opposing player in front of a female. The other must then attempt to use that information to score the girl.) ]
