[IC Inbox] It's hard for me to trust people

[prettyntoxic]

"I know,
What I want and,
I'll get,
What I need
I'll come over and I'll show you now,
Don't you wish that you could have me now?"



"This is Lis. Leave a message or text a selfie and I'll hit you up if you look like my type."

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[prettyntoxic]

You do know how to smile!

[She studies him for a moment, sipping her drink as she does. She sits up straight, facing him again fully.]

So, tell me, when something horrible springs from my memories, are you gonna blame me for it?

[hypoxic]

[She faces him, but he doesn't reciprocate the eye contact. She's a bit too imposing for that.]

Of course I wouldn't. That's preposterous.

[prettyntoxic]

[She smiles at his answer.]

Then why do you feel like you should be blamed for this one? No one blames you. Okay, so it happened to you. It came from your memories. If anything, I should feel bad for you. You just had to live it twice. [She pauses, catching herself in a conundrum.] You know, if I were empathetic, of course.

[hypoxic]

[She's so concerned with keeping up appearances and looking aloof. His smile returns, more genuine this time. His eyes return to her at length.]

Purely hypothetical. I understand completely.

[prettyntoxic]

Good. Glad we're both on the same page.

[She knew he knew, and she also wanted him to know she knew he knew and that she was grateful he didn't call her out on it. Not openly, anyway.]

How long have you been here, Fitz?

[hypoxic]

[He shifts in discomfort; it's not a point of pride for him to admit how long he's been failing to find a way out.]

I arrived in April.

[Which was ten months ago. It's not okay.]

[prettyntoxic]

I've heard some people have been here for years.

[She did notice the none-too-subtle shift of discomfort. This guy is just a ball of anxiety, isn't he? Come on, Lis, find a subject that doesn't upset the poor boy.]

How's your drink? I'm used to mixing for my brother and his partner, so, sorry if it's a little heavy on the flammable side of things rather than taste.

[hypoxic]

[ Given how wildly upset he is by most things, she's set a tall order for herself. ]

It's good. Don't sell yourself short.

[ He'll tilt it back and take a longer gulp in emphasis, sending a flush of color along his ears. ] And... Thank you.

[prettyntoxic]

[She offers a tight smile.]

You're sweet.

[The smile relaxes more at his thanks.] You're welcome. But honestly, I hate seeing someone sitting at a bar looking like they need a friend... by themselves. So, for future reference, to avoid my meddling, bring company.

Which brings me back to, you never told me what you do for fun.

[hypoxic]

My usual company knows me well enough not to bother looking for me at a place like this.

[Sometimes, it's better to be somewhere relatively anonymous. There are fewer expectations there. It's part of why he raises his eyebrows at her question.]

There isn't very much time for "fun" in a place like this.

[prettyntoxic]

Then I guess you'll have to deal with my intrusions.

[She offers him a coy smile that is almost promptly followed by an eyeroll. Fitz, really...]

Spoken like a true buzz-kill. That's the answer of a man who wouldn't know fun if it kissed him. Here or at home.

[She leans against the bar again, sipping idly at her drink as she watches him.]

[hypoxic]

Well, considering that "fun" is an intangible concept that doesn't lend itself well to practical personification...

[Wait, give him a minute.]

Oh, you meant. Oh.

[prettyntoxic]

[She continues watching him, raising an eyebrow when the concept just flies right over his head. Really, it was almost fun watching him piece together the puzzle of her not-so-subtle meaning. She really couldn't tell if he was actually intelligent or just an idiot. When he does reach the conclusion, she smiles, scrunching her nose a bit.]

You're almost precious. No wonder you stay out of joints like this on most days. The company would eat you alive. And no, that one wasn't an innuendo. Cisco isn't going to believe there is someone here who flusters easier than he does. At least he catches my meanings.

[She brushes a curl over her shoulder and sets the nearly empty glass down.]

Fitz, sweetie, do I need to make you another drink? I'm feeling generous tonight.

[hypoxic]

[Well if people want to be understood, they ought to say the things they mean. Metaphors are ridiculous and ought to be abolished.

He flounders when she flatters him, turning all sorts of crimson shades, until she says something familiar and he latches onto it instead.]

Y-you know Cisco -- he's a colleague.

[CISCO WHY DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN DO YOU NEED HELP???]

[prettyntoxic]

[Metaphors are fun. Hush, you.

She loves the shades of red he turns, but he seems to have a small freak out over Cisco. A colleague? Well, everything just made a lot more sense.]

Cisco's from home and we're very close. I'm a little hurt he hasn't mentioned me. [She pouts.] Then again, kissing and telling when it involves a Snart probably doesn't go over well in his social circle.

[She remembered Dr. Snow's reaction, and it was priceless.

And yes, he might need help with Lisa around.]

[hypoxic]

[ wait sorry he's going to need that again. ]

You and he are -- [ This requires additional processing time. ]

Does he know about it? [ moreover, has he consented to it? ]

[prettyntoxic]

You know, for a smart kid, you're not very quick.

Does he know about what? That he and I have shared several passionate kisses? I think he might be aware. It's a little difficult not to be, considering it takes two to tango.

[She's having too much fun with this. Sorry, Cisco.]

You know, not all brilliant guys are allergic to flirting.

[hypoxic]

Well - just mean that... Youknowit'sprobablynotimportantwhatImean..

[He just drains the last of his glass in a long gulp instead.]

It's not my business what he gets up to in his spare time.