Log; Ongoing

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

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
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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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[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

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!

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

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.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

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?

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

"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.