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"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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"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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[ She studies him for a moment, trying to get a read on his rationale behind it all. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. Petty bank robberies aren't exactly anything new or unusual. ]
But no matter. Parole is a joke here, isn't it? These whole damn sentences are. I'd think they're trying to facilitate crime by giving us such a slap on the wrist.
[ She shrugs. ]
But I'll be the last person to argue for a change in the system.
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[Which is a little baffling to him, but.]
Looking like I'm giving in will make it easier to do what I like after. And that, I do plan to do.
But you.
[He shifts in his seat, turning to face her a little more.]
I'd like to hear more about your business. Either the one you've got here or the one you've got at home.
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I managed whores at the Mariposa saloon back home.
[ No shame. No embarrassment. Prostitutes made a decent living. Especially ones who couldn't die when men got too rough. ]
Saw men from all walks of life. Courted a bank robber for a time. Probably several.
[ Maeve shrugs it off. In their park, many men are probably bank robbers. And train robbers. And robber robbers. But Hector was lore. Hector was a legend. ]
Here, I work for Sam Merlotte at his bar. You know the man? I'm one of his managers. Boring work, but it earns a penny and then some in tips. Can't say how long I'll stick with it. Perhaps we can rob a bank tonight, you and I to save me from the banal.
[ She's mostly joking. ]
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[He knows of him, more like.
He nods at the cabbie, and says in a voice perfectly loud enough to be overheard:]
Well, we've got a getaway driver already, haven't we.
[Mostly, he's just curious to see how the guy reacts, if he reacts at all. Someone who will drive basically anywhere and not ask questions the way Maeve claims he will could be a useful thing. It'd be good to know where his lines are.]
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We do. And this car has a hover option. Quick get away from any pesky officers who try to chase us down. I'm certain our friend there has outrun a few policemen in his day.
[ She glances at the driver, who again doesn't respond. ]
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[He could just as easily be quietly gathering evidence to use against them, after all.]
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[ Maeve is clearly not worried about a single thing. And whether that's because she's foolishly confident about their confidant or whether she has no qualms about silencing permanently are not things she'll let on about, but her hand does stroke up his thigh a bit higher. ]
When are these reservations? You and I don't have time to work up an appetite first, do we? Not here, of course. When we get there.
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[He checks his pocketwatch, making sure not to jostle her hand away as he does so.]
-- a good hour and a half. But I hope you're not actually thinking of bank-robbing.
[He presses a kiss to the side of her neck.]
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[ She tilts her head into his kiss, exposing more of her neck. ]
If you do it right. Not that I would know, of course.
[ Turning her head back toward him, Maeve intercepts his mouth with her own -- giving a taste before catching his bottom lip with her teeth. ]
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[He kisses back, breaking after a moment to murmur against her mouth:]
You'll have to tell me about it sometime.