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[maevelous]

"You've reached Maeve Millay. In your message, do be sure to let me know whether this is business or pleasure."

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[devoutish]

Maurtia Falls, yeah - unless you've got a vehicle.

[He can't use the Porters without Josuke, after all.]

[maevelous]

I do not. But I know a fine cab driver in Maurtia Falls who doesn't ask questions no matter how sordid his travels may become. He wouldn't tell your keeper where you went, that's for damn sure.

[ He helped her kidnap a guy once, so he's golden. ]

[devoutish]

And how much does he charge?

[maevelous]

A normal fare. Just be certain to tip generously and you've bought his silence enough.

[devoutish]

Well. That's very useful.

[Though not something Alfie would depend on for anything big. In his experience, someone whose silence can be bought so easily also doesn't require much payment to talk.]

Shall we venture out, then? I haven't spent much time outside of the Porter cities.

[maevelous]

Certainly, sweetheart. Show me the sights. We could even be as bold as to call it a date just this once.

[ She teases. ]

[devoutish]

It would very ungentlemanly of me not to, after the library.

[maevelous]

Is that what you are now? A gentleman?

[devoutish]

Only sometimes. I'm all sorts of things. But we've gone over that already, haven't we?

[maevelous]

A jack of all trades. And about as flexible in the bedroom. Or wherever you so fancy.

[devoutish]

Not in the cab, surely.

[maevelous]

Hardly. It's much too cramped for my liking.

[devoutish]

Of course.

Now, have you got a bar in mind, or will you let me do the honors?

[maevelous]

Your choice. It's your night out, and I'll confess I don't know the area as well as I should.

[devoutish]

If we're leaving Maurtia Falls, I don't know it at all. But for you, I'll do some research. I'll pick you up at eight, if you give me the name of your cab man.

[maevelous]

I'll give you the number. Just tell him you know me, and the rest will be taken care of accordingly.

[ And she does give him the number. Because these things are always best done without names attached. ]

Looking forward to it, darling.

[devoutish]

[And so is he.

And when the night comes, he'll show up right on time, having the cab driver pull up in front of her place and give a little toot of the horn.]

[maevelous]

[ Maeve heads out with a purse dangling from her hand, wearing a more modern style of attire. She couldn't cling on to the saloon girl attire forever, and hell, she was almost glad to be rid of the damn corset.

She slides into the back of the cab with ease, giving a brief nod to the driver and then leaning in to press lips to Alfie's cheek in greeting. ]

So how far are we traveling, darling? Shall I inform my employer I won't make it in tomorrow?

[devoutish]

[Daaaamn, girl. Alfie's not in a suit or anything - he's not really a suit guy - but his shirt, shoes, and slacks are noticeably nicer than normal. Though like all of his clothes, they're still old-fashioned, and wouldn't look at all out of place in the 1920s.]

I found us a restaurant instead of a pub. Hope you don't mind.

[He's assuming not, since she'd let him have full reign in choosing where they went.]

Would you be prepared for an overnight trip? Have you got the things for it?

[maevelous]

A smart woman never leaves the house unprepared.

[ And whether by prepared, Maeve just means she has a change of panties in her purse and she's good to go or an entire outfit remains to be seen. But either way, she leans back in the seat, making herself comfortable. ]

Goodness, you're going all out, aren't you? A restaurant.

[ Spoken with a playful wink. ]

[devoutish]

A nice restaurant. Yeah. I've made us reservations.

[He looks her up and down appreciatively.]

And you're certainly dressed for it.

[maevelous]

A proper date deserved a proper dress, after all.

[ Maeve smirks casually -- slyly even. ]

Though perhaps not so properly is the fact that I'm not wearing any knickers underneath this skirt.

[devoutish]

[God. Alfie bites back on a grin, and his eyes flicker to the cabdriver for just a second. What a third wheel that guy is.]

Well, I suspect we'll have our fill of being proper at the end of the night, won't we? But I am wearing mine; I hope you'll forgive me.

[maevelous]

Oh, I've little doubt those will be gone toward the end of the night, too.

[ Her head turns toward the window, watching the passing scenery -- the disappearing red and blue lights of cops pulling over cars in Maurtia Falls, the flashing neon lights from unsavory clubs. ]

So what is it you've done that landed you a pesky parole officer?

[devoutish]

Well, you've heard about the bank robbing incident.

[He says with a little sigh.]

Of course, I didn't do it, but there's no way to prove that, is there. So they've got a man following me around for a bit. It'll be all over in a few weeks. I suppose the idea is that I'll be too irritated to commit any further crimes.