tampered | Log; Ongoing.

Log; Ongoing.

When; January 22
Rating; PG, I guess D:
Characters; Dexter-

glock30 , & Adeline

adelinesweet
Summary; Dinner with your friendly neighborhood sociopath.
Log;

Dexter wasn't a huge fan of having company over, but after a while, he did get lonely. After all, he had nothing to hide here, yet. The city wasn't like Miami, where he constantly had to impress others as to what a kind, smart, and personable being he was. It was a relief, but he found himself letting it get a little out of hand. True, the citizens here were not normal, they would probably even accept Dexter for who he was, but it didn't stop him from pretending to be as human as possible.

Though after two weeks of sitting in his house alone, with the exception of one particular visit that stood out from any he'd get any time soon, and sitting behind his laptop, he decided it was about time to get to know the fine people of this city that made him feel so trapped.

He could barely sleep at night, due to the restlessness of the Dark Passenger, who wanted SO badly to bring justice to this city. Dexter made sure, however, that it's seat-belt stayed fashioned, for it was no where near time for any of that, no matter how hard The Need knocked on his apartment door.

Tonight, however, he was listening for a different knock. He had lived off of egg salads and pork sandwiches for the past two weeks, and he had finally found a use for his newly purchased knife and the stack of steaks in his freezer. He'd entertain guests this week, make some friends, and hopefully wouldn't be too lonely in the future.

He cut a thick piece of fat off of each steak as they continued to cook on the stove. He used a smaller knife to cut up some vegetables he purchased from the market when he heard he'd be having company, and placed them in a separate pan to grill over the stove. He learned from past mistakes how to prepare food properly, so that everything was finished at once.

The table was set for two, nothing fancy, just a plate, a glass, and some silverware on each side, so that he and his guest could enjoy their dinner. He watched the steaks sizzle to perfection, continuing to listen for the door.

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Really, Faye thought that she seriously needed to calm this drinking habit of hers down. At least that's what a normal person would have suggested. As it was, she currently had in her possession all the things it took to make a mean Bloody Mary, which was better than the straight shots she had grown used to so she didn't consider this heavy drinking.

And she was half-starved, too. Cal had cooked her food the other night but instead of filling her up it had only made her desire for real food increase that much more. Especially if that food was going to be meat. She hoped it was steak, and that she wouldn't end up drooling all over Dexter's furniture in absolute joy. If it was steak, of course.

Shifting her bag--tomato juice, some pepper, and a few other things necessary for this particular drink--from one arm to the other, she rounded the corner of Building 11, unfamiliar with its layout in comparison to hers. Once she found Room 313--Christ, can't he live on a lower floor? she thought--she knocked sharply with her knuckles, hoping that he would be prompt with the door before she lost her bag and all the contents inside.

Dexter had just flipped the steaks over one final time as he heard the knock he was waiting for. Perfect, he thought, just in time. He set down the utensils he was using and headed for the front door.

"You've got great timing," he said, instead of a formal greeting, as he opened the door for her. "Good to finally meet you, come on in."

Noticing the bag she was carrying, he couldn't help but comment on it. "Presents? For me? You shouldn't have." he joked.

Faye could smell steak the second he opened the door. She grinned wolfishly and hoped that the rumbling in her stomach wasn't so audible that it sounded as loud to him as it did to her.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," Faye said, stepping inside and toeing the door shut behind her. The layout of the apartment was different than those in Building 8, but it wasn't hard to find the kitchen. She had to physically restrain herself from going in there and eating the food out of the pan.

She smirked at his comment, pushing the bag further up into her arms with her knee. "Oh, yeah," she said, "a little bird told me it was your birthday so I brought you a gift. Blow out the candles why don't you?" She stressed this by indicating that he really should be giving her a hand with the bag.

"Not really, but they seem to think I'm flirting with them anyway." he admitted, holding the door open for her as she entered. "Here, let me help you with that."

He took the bag from her arms and set it on the kitchen counter. "Actually got engaged by mistake once, but that's a long story..." he said peering inside Faye's bag of goodies. "What's in here, anyway?"

"Oh? What a shame," she replied, handing the bags over and pulling her sweater up over her shoulders, stretching a bit. "We girls can be pretty demanding," she went on, wandering from here to there and looking at things.

She stopped back by the kitchen counter where he had set her bag. Raising an eyebrow and smirking, she asked, "Really? That's one I don't think I've heard before. At least the mistake part." She went up on her tiptoes and reached into the bag, pulling out a cocktail shaker and some tomato juice. "Just some things," she said, continuing to pull this and that out of the bag. "Think of it as a surprise. You got any ice around here?"

"Freezer." he said motioning towards it. "Help yourself, I've got to check on the steaks." And with that, he did.

True though, Dexter was a big flirt, but it was all an act. It's what women back home never realized. Everything was more relaxed in The City, for him, at least. He had no one watching his every move to show off a pretty blonde girlfriend to. What a relief.

He took the steaks off of the stove and turned it off, setting them on a plate that was set aside for them, then followed the same steps with the vegetables.

"Done, and done." he mumbled to himself and carried the plate over to the table. "We don't have to eat in here. We could enjoy our steaks just as much from the couch, for all I care. Whatever makes you comfortable." he said, trying to see what the surprise was all about.

Faye did. As he went off to check on the food, she pulled one of his ice trays out of the freezer and started piling cubes into the shaker she had brought. "No peeking," she told him, glancing over her shoulder.

After she'd mixed it with tomato juice. vodka, and all the other ingredients she'd brought with her, she shook it up and started opening and closing cabinets, looking for glasses. When she found them she dutifully poured out two glasses worth of Bloody Mary and stuck the rest in the refrigerator.

"Couches are fine by me. I'm not picky," Faye called, leaving a little bit of a mess on the counter top as she started looking around for celery. Where did you keep celery anyway? She looked over her shoulder, catching sight of the food and momentarily forgetting what she was looking for. "That looks... really, really good," she said.

"I haven't cooked one since I came here. I last enjoyed one with a...a friend." he said, then shook his head. "I could eat these every night, but then again, they're just not the same in an empty apartment."

He brought the plates over to the table and placed equal servings on the two plates. "If this isn't enough, I can always make more. Not sure how big of an appetite you've got."

"Well so far I approve," she said, figuring she would forget the celery and just drink it like it was. "The last time I had real food outside of the City... you know I can't remember," she said, following him into the next room with both glasses. "We weren't exactly rolling in cash if you know what I mean."

"That's fine," she replied, wandering over to the couch and plopping the glasses down on a coffee table. "Don't worry, I won't eat you out of house and home, even if I am one of those girls." She said this as if she expected him to know exactly what she was talking about.

"You're not fond of the city are you?" he asked, following her to the couch with the plates and silverware, setting them on the table with the glasses.

"I think I've accepted my fate. I'll probably be stuck here for a hell of a long time, and I think I'm finally ok with it."

He nodded to her last comment, even though he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

"I wouldn't say that," Faye replied, taking her plate and utensils. She wasn't sure how he felt about shoes on couches (not that most men ever minded) so she kicked her boots off and folded her feet underneath her, balancing her plate on her thighs. "It's better than doing all that real world stuff for a living, that's for sure," she went on. "And all the problems I had back there? Magically disappeared. Plus the booze is pretty much free. Cigarettes, too."

Cutting into her steak, she said, "You think? I don't know if the City's gonna be around long enough for you to be stuck here that long. How'd you get here anyway? You die or something?" She soaked up some of the juice from her steak and plopped a bite in her mouth, watching him.

"No. I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'm alive." he answered, trying to remember how he did get there in the first place. That room...

"I work for the police force...forensics. I was called into work, because I'm the blood spatter specialist, but all I remember is a room covered in red..." Close your eyes, Dexter.

He began to eat his dinner as well. "I'd say something happened in that room. What, I don't know. But I'm here now."

Dexter wasn't a drinker, but ever since Rita back at home began feeding him beers every time he entered her house, he acquired a taste for alcohol. He took a sip of the drink Faye prepared. "Mm. That's pretty good," he said, "So, how did you get here?"

Adeline stumbled down the hall. Where had the Dexter fellow said he lived? She... could not remember. And due to the sheer size of the place, and the insane number of locked doors, Adeline continued her haphazard walk through Building 11, feeling rather odd without her gun.

True, she had a gun, now. And true, she had never needed to be armed at all times, at home in France. But... there where Nazis here. Nazis. On those lofty shoulders could be so much blame... The Maginot Line...

But she was no longer paying attention! Where was this man’s room? Where was-... How about this one? Since Adeline’s escapades in the corridors on Building 11 had begun, she had taken to trying every sixth door. Six was her number. It was where she was going.

She knocked, hoping this was the right one, “Ah, Sir Dexter?”

Should she call him Morgan instead? Well, Americans where always so colloquial...

[ooc Y hallo thar ♥]

Dexter looked up to the door when he heard the knock. "Oops," he said, "I almost forgot I'd be serving another guest, I hope the other steaks aren't cold yet."

After setting his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, he set off to the door to welcome his second guest.

"You can just call me Dexter," he said, opening the door, "Or Dex. It doesn't matter. Come on in." He held the door open for her, "I'm gonna turn the stove back on to warm your food up a bit. Make yourself at home."

Dex? Too colloquial, “Thank you, Sir.” Of course, it would take a lot more than stake to beat the military ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ out of her.

“I am sorry I am so late, this building...” She stepped inside, noting the other guest. Dark hair, light skin. Not a threat, “...it is very large.”

Now fully inside the building, she noticed the smell of food. Her own was starting to smell like blue-boxed macaroni. She would need an air freshener very soon.

She sighed, “Do you cook often, Dexter?” Idle conversation was good.

"Yes ma'am." he said, heating up her food as promised and grabbing an extra plate out of the cabinet. "Living as a bachelor all my life taught me that if I want to start eating well, I should invest in a cook book."

He looked back at Faye, making sure she didn't feel forgotten. "Have you two met before?" he asked with a smile, setting the warmed food on her plate and handing it to Adeline.

Faye, meanwhile, had been so engrossed in her food that the conversation around her had more or less floated in one ear and out the other. She pushed vegetables around with her fork and only looked up to take a rather large gulp of her drink.

When she noticed Dexter was asking her a question with a smile, she raised her eyebrows and swallowed as quickly as she could. She looked over at the new face next to them and said, "Don't think so. If I have I don't remember it."

Wiping her hand off on her sweater, she stuck it out for the other girl to shake. "Name's Faye," she said.

“I am Adeline. A pleasure.” She said. It was becoming annoying to introduce herself by her full name. She had relied on people who had known her name from a sheet of paper or a transfer notification on their computer. She thought she needed to get out more...

Adeline took Faye’s hand and gave it a gentile shake.

She took the plate from Dexter and seated herself, waiting for him to sit before digging in.

Dexter smiled, "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked before heading to join them on the couch.

He was used to entertaining female guests. He'd had his foster sister over all the time. When he was not taking care of her, he was visiting Rita and her kids. Those kids would be the only reason he'd want to go home. He thought about this as he headed for the fridge to get Adeline a drink.

Faye had a firm handshake, probably firmer than Adeline's, but she dropped the other girl's hand almost immediately after shaking it, taking a large drink of her Bloody Mary again.

At Dexter's question, Faye looked up, her fork and knife going to work on her steak. "I'm fine, but could you get the mix from the fridge?" she asked, thinking that Adeline might like some and that Faye herself could always use more. The presence of alcohol made her want a cigarette, but she was more concentrated on her meal than on nicotine at the moment.

Dexter nodded and grabbed the drink from the fridge, as well as a glass from the cabnet for Adeline. He returned to the couch and handed her the glass, setting the mix down on the table in case anyone wanted to refill theirs later.

"So where were we..." he asked, picking up his plate once again.

"Oh, thank you." She smiled. She hadn't drank in a while, you where not meant to drink while on duty, but she really needed to start more. By the looks of it, she was going to be a civilian for a long time to come.

Adeline cocked her head to the side, still smiling, "Yes, where where you before I interupted...?"

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