tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Friday, October 3rd, early afternoon
Rating; PG for Cindy's potty mouth
Characters; Cinderella [

passionforshoes] and Captain Jack Harkness [

handsomejack]
Summary; Cindy meets Jack for a free lunch and an information session
Log;

Beep. Boop. Beep!

The cell phone in Cindy’s right hand sang its little jingle as she fiddled with the buttons. She always hated waiting; she did too much of it in her line of business. But she needed as much information about this place and the people in it as she could get from this Captain guy, plus there was the promise of a lunch she didn’t have to pay for so it really wasn’t all that bad as it usually was.

In and out, she thought to herself as she waited just inside the entrance of the restaurant named Pandora’s. Cindy was hoping that this little ‘date’ with a mundy wouldn’t open that damn box.

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Smartass. One big fucking smartass sitting across from her and it took all it had in her to not reach over and slap that stupid smile off his face. Cindy calmed herself down by pausing to give the waitress her order-- a tuna niçoise salad. Cindy made sure to tack on a glass of the most expensive wine they had on their list. She should have been a bitch and ordered lobster instead since she damn well sure wasn't paying for this lunch and he was making things harder than they had to be.

"I meant the Captain Jack Harkness that's sitting across from me. Unless there's another Captain Jack Harkness in this city and still sitting in front of me. I want him to tell me about himself because shouldn't friends know about each other?"

Cindy was interested in seeing how he weaseled out of this one.

Edited 2008-10-03 20:02 (UTC)

Jack ordered a nice chicken salad for himself and was of course fine with just the water.

Once the waitress had moved away, Jack leaned forward putting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his folded hands.

"Now, what sort of gentleman would I be if I sat here and prattled on about myself, boring a beautiful woman with such mundane details of how I take my coffee? Black, by the way. I take it black."

He paused and then lifted a finger before he risked getting that expensive wine dumped over his head.

"Ahh but it would be equally rude of me not to answer the same lady's question now wouldn't it? I've been here in the City for about 7 months, I live in building number 7 but am getting ready to move to a house down on the beachfront. I have no dedicated employment in the City but I get by and I have arrived and returned home twice over the past 7 months."

She was really starting to hate him. Cindy knew damn well that he was trying to placate her with his answer. To normal people, it was a satisfactory answer. To her, it was a bullshit response geared to throw her off track.

Too bad for Jack. Cindy was a popular Fable and wouldn't croak anytime soon. She had a lot of time on her hands and could sit here until the cows came home and she was stubborn to boot.

"Yes, but as I remember, you claimed to not be a gentleman, so prattle on, darling," she smiled, putting on her classic 'This doesn't bug the shit out of me at all.' face. "You're a bit too young in my eyes to be retired and do nothing all day. What did you do back home after leaving whatever the RAF is?"

She'd have to check and see what those letters stood for. Might prove to be interesting.

Immortal vs immortal, stubborn vs stubborn.

They could be here for awhile.

Of course, if what he's heard from Blue was true, she could break him in little pieces and tie him in a knot but hopefully it wouldn't come to more violence than a slap in the face?

"Bah, didn't you say no business talk?" He fired back without missing a beat.

Cindy gritted out a smile as her own phrase was thrown back into her face. He was good. She had to give him that. But he was also lucky there wasn't any major benefits to this meeting than satisfying her own curiosity. If there were, he wouldn't have survived long enough to see the bread basket.

"Indeed I did," Cindy confirmed as she took a sip from her water glass. "But I wasn't talking about business. I was talking about day to day life. Golf. Crosstitching. Brain surgery. Orgies. That type of thing."

It was time to try another tactic. Start off low with useless hobbies and hopefully build up from there.

"Oh orgies are always fun," Jack said cheerfully, sitting back with his glass of water.

Studying her thoughtfully, he pointed a finger in her direction.

"However, you don't strike me as the crosstiching type so I'm going to guess, brain surgery?"

He'd gotten a wiff of the huntress and was now curious himself as to why she was working so diligently to get him to spill something. He honestly couldn't think of any genuine usefulness he could be to her, beyond the most basic of information so Jack had a feeling that it was getting to be personal.

She did seem to be a lady who liked to win!

"You're wrong in assuming this time. I'll have you know I am very handy with a needle. Don't let the long nails fool you," she answered raising her hands to emphasize her point. Cindy was telling the truth. She did know how to embroider, past life and all. However, little did he know that with those same hands, she could pluck his eyes out faster than he avoided her questions.

She pushed away from the edge of the table to sit back into her chair and thought of what her next move would be. Maybe hinting around things wasn't going to work with this fool. Straightforward was what she had left.

"You never did answer my question, Jack."

Edited 2008-10-03 21:58 (UTC)

They'd grow back. He wasn't quite sure how but he'd die and wake up and they'd be back. That had been a creepy revelation the first time it had happened, let me tell you.

"Which question?" He said in return, arching an eyebrow. "You've asked a few."

"All of them."

Cindy was at the end of her rope. She almost bet herself on the level of possibilities of Jack dancing around the questions now that it was staring to come head on. If nothing else, the guy would probably crack under torture, but it wasn't that serious for Cindy to get to that point.

After 365 days straight of it, Jack was pretty immune to torture. In fact, he was positively annoyingly cheerful about it.

"So," Jack said, picking up his water glass. "Is this where I bring up the weather or would you like to know about curses?"

A straight forward response. He wasn't talking about himself. But he'd give her more information about the City, how was that?

The fake smile that was plastered on Cindy's face during the whole conversation was replaced with a more neutral look that belied her anger bubbling up inside her. She picked up her wine glass as soon as the waitress had plonked it down and pointed it at him before she started speaking.

"The weather never really interests me unless it's my wedding day and I already know about the curses." Her tone was tight and her words sharp around the edges. The underlying message in her answer was that Jack was a right asshole and even if he won this round, Cindy wasn't going to let him win the next one. "Has anybody told you that changing the subject is very, very fucking annoying?"

"Usually," Jack began as he sat forward. "They just cut to the chase and call me very, very annoying."

Lifting his water glass, he lightly clinked it to her wine glass, before sitting back and taking a sip. Somehow, it really would be either a miracle or a testament to just how good an actress she was if Cindy didn't toss that wine right in his face.

"You forgot the 'fucking' part."

Lucky for him, the wine gods decided that it was miracle day for Jack and thus, Cindy resisted the urge to find the entire bottle and lob him over the head with it. But oh how good it would feel to bash his brains in.

The smile made a comeback. She just needed a bit of time to think of a backup plan, perhaps go back to her original goal. Rome wasn't built in a day after all.

"So tell me something else I don't know about this place."

"Gentlemen ~~and Doctor Who characters~~ don't cuss," he explained with a smile.

Pursing his lips, Jack took a sip of water and eyed her thoughtfully.

"Well, the Underground can be very useful for finding, odds and ends. Xanadu is lovely and has an amusement park, at least I think it stayed after the last curse. There are elements of good and evil in this City and for the most part the Deities keep out of their business so sometimes it's good to be on your toes."

See? He could be a fount of information when he felt like it.

They don't cuss, but they could put their dick in any and everything? Sounded like Jack went to the School of a Certain Ex-Husband to Cindy.

Oh and now he wanted to be chatterbox. She didn't think she could hate him more than she did right now.

"Odds and ends, you say?" she questioned curiously. "Like what?"

To hell with the amusement park, the Underground sounded like a place to think about looking into.

So long as they weren't talking about him or his business, Jack could be quite the little chatty biddy!

"Like just about anything you could want, plus a few things you shouldn't have," he offered, sitting up politely as the waitress returned with their meals.

"Aren't there things you want that you shouldn't have?"

"Yes. Details. Information. Gossip. I'm a nosy old bitch. Can't help it," Cindy remarked, spearing a cherry tomato with her fork a bit too violently.

Hopefully, that would open the door a crack and let him know that just because he didn't say anything about himself wouldn't mean that Cindy wouldn't go looking for it. This wasn't even an official mission and she was acting like it was. She was, indeed, like a pit bull: once she got her jaws on something, it was hell to get her off.

"Sounds like you go down there quite a bit."

He might have been getting an inkling but it wouldn't be the first time he'd pissed off the wrong person!

Ducking a flying seed, well it looked like it went flying, maybe he was just being an ass, Jack began to neatly cut into his own food.

"I've had the occasional trip, yes." He admitted. "There's also some wonderful gambling to be had Underground."

Wasn't why he was there but maybe she'd think it was why he was there and she could spend some time chasing up that dead end.

...

Which would piss her off more, wouldn't it?

If Jack thought she was that stupid, then he was the stupid one. All the time he spent skipping around questions and now he finally gives her a direct answer expecting her to fall for it? Bullshit. There was no way he was going to throw her off like that. Cindy had spent too many years in episonage to fall for an old tactic like that. Hell, it was shit she'd done herself.

But Cindy smiled her little smile as she shuffled around the tuna on her plate, putting on the act that she really did believe that all he did was gamble. "Shame you have to do all the fun stuff behind closed doors. Must be some pretty interesting gambling."

Hey, he didn't think she was stupid. He just hoped that maybe she'd fall for it?

Giving an innocent sort of shrug, Jack shoveled a fork full of food into his mouth, because it would be rude to talk while chewing, right? He was not above using food as an escape tactic!

She was going to strangle him and then break all his fingers. No, the fingers first, then his neck, shoot him for good measure and top it all off with a swift kick to the family jewels. Not because he wouldn't tell her anything, but because he wouldn't tell her anything and he was being an asshole about it.

In the meantime, as Cindy watched him over the rim of her wine glass before draining it, she hoped that he would choke on that damn salad. Last thing she wanted to do was go the sex route for information that wouldn't do anything but satisfy her curiosity. He wasn't that important to Cindy.

"I'm done," she announced, punctuating her point by slamming the poor glass on the table. It was a wonder it didn't shatter in her hand from the force.

Edited 2008-10-05 00:24 (UTC)

Jack arched his eyebrows and tried to look innocent. It was probably failing wasn't it?

"Salad not to your liking?" He asked politely. "I'm sorry about that, usually they have wonderful food here."

She was going to cut to the chase and just rack him, wasn't she?

"There are a whole lot of things that aren't to my liking."

There was an silent addition of 'Mainly you.' danglng off the end of her sentence like an ornament on a Christmas tree. She didn't say it or slam her fist into those stupid fucking eyebrows of his, as much as it killed her not to, because she didn't know if burning this bridge would come back to haunt her. This was only act one. There would be another day, another time, for her to be on top. Very few of her missions were one day things and this was just another one of them.

"You can have it in a doggy bag. I have an appointment I'm late for," Cindy said as she pushed back her chair and slung her purse over her shoulder. "You have a nice afternoon."

With those final words, she got up from her seat, making sure to slam the chair into the table as a final note, and walked stiffly out of the restaurant.

Edited 2008-10-05 00:48 (UTC)

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