Robert M. King Performance Hall
And Holly allowed herself a hopeful smile in their direction as she split off with her own keys, knowing full-well that Brixton Walsh was about to try precisely the kind of dummy shit she told him not to do with you, but.

…maybe it may endear him to you, in a sense? Not to stress you out with the difference between his proclivities and yours, but to de-couple that from any sort of expectation or weight. To see it as silly as she found it, anyway.

Holly opened her door, stepped inside, closed it. Even the dim hum of the overhead lights faded away in the noise-deadening cabin.

A buzz on her phone once she took it out of Do Not Disturb mode, catching her up on all of the texts she missed while she was at Rehearsals.

Huh, wow that's a pretty rare one from Mr. Bode, it must be something about Ourobo—

"Oh MY GOD…"

(l/p)

looking in

Rehearsals
The Car would rumble to life, twin turbo'd V8 idling like a snoring dragon.

"Good guess. Buckle up."

(My l/p! Wonderful scene y'all)

Rehearsals
You know, he'd thought he'd be riding with you, for obvious reasons. But then he does the same math that Brix does - Brix would rather Leo stick with him, than go with Holly.

"Sounds good," he agrees, with both of you. "I look forward to it."

You ask that and he is fully stumped. "I have no idea, honestly?" His family had money, fast cars occurred, he just wasn't into them. Another ritual he understood was important, while not understanding the ritual itself. "I'm going to guess this one."

Still, he'll climb in as you open the door, and reach to close the door - though he maybe doesn't need to.

Rehearsals
He comes to a dead stop. Holly asked him here to pick her up. His attention flashes between her and You.

Doing some mental math, you can almost see it working out in his head. If he declines to drive you, that puts you in the spacious, luxurious ride with Holly Blanc. That thought almost kills his appetite dead.

"You're ridin' with me, Music Man. We're gonna listen to some Kendrick, and I'ma explain what 'Not Like Us' is all about."

The Keyfob comes out of his pocket. Cute little Audi?

"What's the fastest you ever been in a car, Lion-O?"

Big, broad grin peeking out from behind his lips for the first time. Battlements, Castle walls, Ramparts.

Gleaming as he no-looks the door handle and swings wide the exit.

"C'mon."

Out

Rehearsals
Look it's better to focus on that grilling-beef over the rap beef.

Holly assumed Brix knew the spot — it wouldn't be their first time out there, after all.

"You drove here, right babe? Leo riding with you or me? Also don't even try to—I brought the rover, not the Huracàn, so don't even do no dummy shit…"

Her gaze pivoted to Leo Sterling. "Yo, you should ride with Brix, he's Frankenstein'd this cute little Audi — you remember, from the party?"

Either way, though, she was getting her keys and heading out

Sorry, out

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Rehearsals
"A few months? Not long." Your bid for attention works, as he turns to follow you with his eyes. Clever, very clever.

"Oooh, that sounds heavenly."

Yeah, he has no idea what the rap beef was. He'll need to google it. But the confusion pulled him away from the horrors of highschool.

A laugh at that. "I trust you. Take me wherever, just get he home to my lady with something delicious to eat, please."

See, he wants your people to like him. That includes Brix. Even if he can't tell you why.

Brixton Walsh -

Korean BBQ -that- cheers him up. Just the words. Excitement in his eyes and in yours - look at that, they're bonding!

"Yeah, but not since New York. Was absolutely spoiled for food, it had everything. I cannot wait to take Elodie, since she's missing out."

Another text as he picks up his backpack and moves to follow suit. Seeing if Korean BBQ will draw out his girlfriend. (It won't)

#r-cccrthse@soi -- with Mercy Wyatt@bwr, Johnny Jansen@bwr and Marshal Colton McCallister@bwr

Rings out..

Rehearsals
Look, it's not that he doesn't— Wait, let me rephrase.

You'd just spent the better part of the day rehearsing with her on a time-crunch. He wanted to spend his time with her too, some real alone time, so don't get all—

Oh, you said yes. Okay. Alright. This is okay. He'll deal. One thing Brix isn't, is a child. The battle lost, the war not yet over.

Or some shit like that.

"Alright, where we goin'?"

He says, lacking any sort of chip on his shoulder.

Holly Blanc-

"Yo, Korean Barbeque? Yooo. Okay. Make sure we don't get a seat by the bathroom this time. I don't need to hear fellas off their third plate of all you can eat Bulgogi beef making more room, feelme? Last time I was 'bout to say something."

Let it be known that Brix would try and salvage any night.

"First round of Soju on me, fam."

Looking over to Leo again, this time with a measure of excitement in his eyes.

"You ever had Korean Barbeque? Shit is bomb. They bring it all out raw and you cook the shit yourself on the little grills. They got Beer-towers and all sorts of meats and veggies. Holla, We gettin' that gochujang Pork, too. I promise I'll cook it opposite whatever you roastin' this time. No cross contam, fam."

Moving toward the door.

#r-tower11 Echo is back in business after having his bounty suspended by The Guild. (please stop pistol whipping your targets, mercs). Dylan Cadd drops by for a wellness check since Echo went underground for a bit. And he might have smiled a little. But most importantly, it's time to start planning for violence and explosions.

Rehearsals
"Mmm, wait how long did you say you've been in The City for?" she canted her head as she circled around you in some excuse to draw your eyes away from Brixton Walsh, gathering her things and trying to gulp down some more of her water.

"We can hit this barbecue place, it can be quick — Seoul by way of L.A., yeah?"

Her attention waffled rapidly between the two, trying to gauge simultaneous interest as she refused to react to details of the rap beef she just referenced, the one that went sailing over Leo but at least defused any danger of lingering on highschool social trauma.

"It's not at Edgewater, if it helps persuade you."

Because Holly didn't answer 'Should I make an excuse?' affirmatively — she figured there was still plenty of positive progress that was available. Even if not every single encounter or exchange of word or micro-expression was unilaterally in the direction of making you two like one another, adding paint to the canvas fearlessly was the first step in this process.

The only way he was going to see you as a thinking, feeling human and vice versa.

She already had her phone out so she could ping the restaurant and get a spot reserved. Yeah, even at this hour.

Fenix Arsenal
Summer War Crimes it is. The fun kind. Not the Kurtz kind.

"Victoria. Nice."

He did want to know but he was trying not to be nosy. He's also a horrible gossip, so Irida and Haven may know soon too.

"Once I talk to Iridia, I'll have some mission specs and we can gather everyone together for a briefing. At Tech Noir...if the owner's cool with it." If Echo were a fixer, that's where he'd operate out of.

There's a second of hesitation, tempted to ask about the design you were hinting at...but Haven takes priority right now. A nod for it waiting until later.

He packs up the shot glasses and tequila bottle before reaching up to close the grate.

"Noches, Dylan. I'll be in touch."

Just a few things to check on before he heads out for the night. Right across the hall to his apartment. To his love. His own bed.

Casa dolce casa.

(l/p)