|Lindsey McDonald (oklahomalawyer) wrote in btvsal,|
@ 2011-03-28 22:36:00
|Current location:||W&H, Then Avarice|
|Entry tags:||lindsey mcdonald, zee 'war'|
Their Relationship Just Gets Curiouser and Curiouser
Who: Lindsey and Zee
Where: W&H, Lindsey's Office, then Avarice
When: Tuesday Evening, 3/22
It had been a long day for Lindsey today. He'd spent most of the day putting out fires with different clients that partially made him still wish that he was paralyzed from the waist down so that he wouldn't have to be here anymore. He had half a damn mind to call in sick tomorrow so that he simply wouldn't have to deal with the idiots around here for an extra day. Right now he had his jacket and tie tossed off, with his shirt opened at the collar and sleeves rolled up. He was going to be taking off soon, but had decided to stay and pour himself a drink from his private stash in the office first.
"I swear sometimes I think I work with morons," he muttered to himself as he poured himself a glass of Scotch, then taking a sip of it.
As she was prone to do, Zee entered Lindsey's office quietly and shut the door behind her, being surprisingly stealthy about it. "Bad day, puddin'?" She asked with her infamous wicked grin. Zee herself, was dressed in heels, long-slung jeans that had a chain from the front pocket to the back and a red and white crop-top, her peroxide blonde hair dyed with just a hint of pink today.
His eyes flickered over to her when he heard her voice, his face softening a little when he realized it was her. OK, so he liked her. What of it? "Terrible, although seeing you improves it immensely." He set his glass down. "Want one?" he asked.
"Look who you're asking," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Of course I want one." She made her way over and sat down on his desk. Not on the edge but right smack damn in the middle of the thing, swinging her feet. "Wanna talk about the bad day, or think about ways of making it better?"
He actually laughed slightly when he saw her sit down in the middle of his desk. "Maybe a mixture of both?" he admitted, pouring her a glass of what he was having, then handing it to her. He grabbed his glass and then sat down in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk. Hell, it was HIS desk, after all. "Some days I'm just convinced that my coworkers are idiots is all. I had to talk at least two clients out of outright murder in the middle of the workday."
She took the glass and sniffed at the liquid (to figure out what it was) before taking a sip, savoring the taste for a change. She smirked and rested her hand on his ankle, thinking briefly: "If murder gets the message across that they're moron's, then I'm for it. It'd be HELL to clean up, though."
"We've got a company for the cleaning," Lindsey pointed out. "The higher ups would be pissed at ME killing them, though. They get bitchy when they invest money in someone only to have an angry coworker knock them off." They could even trace the more subtle ways he could kill them, so no dice. He took another sip of his drink.
If Zee had thought about it, that would explain why some people on here 'enemies' list were suspiciously quiet lately. 'Enemies' since... she really didn't consider them a threat, more of an annoyance, but still! She rubbed people the wrong way. Thus... enemies. Anyway! "Hm. That's a good point. I hate it when you get all logical on me," she smirked and leaned over to ruffle his hair.
Admittedly, that was less from Wolfram & Hart and just as much from Lindsey making sure no one seriously fucked with Zee, either. Whatever their...'relationship' may be considered, he didn't like seeing others threatened her with any seriousness. He smirked at her when she ruffled his hair. "Sorry. One of us has to be logical here."
"True," she replied, giving him a terribly brief heavyhearted sigh. "Still. Better you than me," she replied with a smirk, always one to tease him about his work. She took another sip of her drink and frowned thoughtfully. "Other than the shitty day, how've you been, sweets? Still easy on the eyes, I see."
He actually enjoyed the teasing. Strange, huh? "Been OK I guess. Nothing too exciting to report I'm afraid. What about you?" He hoped that her life had been more interesting than his.
"Mostly work. Been thinkin' about going to the gun range. …Charlie is strangely opposed to the idea of me handling a gun. Go figure." Zee shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Still, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
He laughed when she said that. "Cant imagine why..." he said playfully. "Do you know how to shoot one?" He actually wasn't sure one way or the other.
"I had a "boyfriend"," Yes, she air-quoted that, "a few years back who showed me how. I remember liking it. I mean. It's not like I'm gonna start carrying a gun around with me or anything," she smirked. Aren't we all lucky, hm? "But I think it'd be fun. You should come. You might get a kick out of it."
He nodded when she explained why she knew how to shoot one. "I think I will come. It's been a while since I've shot anything, either." He was a little more familiar with hunting rifles than handguns, but he knew how to shoot both well.
"Fuckin' awesome," Zee replied, giving him a manic grin before hopping off his desk, drink still in hand, and walking around the room. For some reason being in his office (or in the building, more like) mellowed her out, she realized. She wasn't sure whether she liked that. "Any plans tonight, Linds?"
He shook his head when she asked about if he had any plans. "To have made plans would have required me not wanting to throw people here out the window all day. Why do you ask?"
"Tsk! I wouldda made plans, if I were you. Like 'I plan to get horribly drunk later' or somethin'. 'Cause that's important." She nodded, trying desperately to keep her expression serious and failing miserably. "I ask because I feel the STRONG desire to spend more time with you."
"That may have been an unofficial plan in the back of my mind," he admitted with a smirk. "And I would *love* to spend some more time with you." He was actually completely serious as well. How odd.
When she initially 'came to town', she only visited the offices to annoy him. Or... well, felt that she was an annoyance to him, anyway. It was funny how things changed sometimes. She quickly downed the rest of her drink and set the glass on his desk. "Pick an activity and it's yours," she grinned.
She had been a minor but amusing annoyance. Now...not so much. He finished off his drink and swung his legs off of his desk. "More drinking in a looser environment is always an option," he said playfully.
"Done and done!" She hopped about, trying to loosen herself up a bit. "I SWEAR office space doesn't agree with me." She was an outdoors girl, clearly... and a drinker, so it wasn't like Lindsey had to pull her leg to get her to have a few drinks. "Let's try someplace different tonight. LOVE Lorne, but damn if he isn't overly cheerful, ya know?"
"He can be crazy cheerful sometimes," Lindsey admitted, grabbing his jacket. "We can always go to Avarice. I'm actually allowed there again." So, now having Ben try to take his head off or anything like that now. "I got into a fight with the owner for a while."
"GASP! YOU? In a FIGHT?" Zee chuckled and led the way out of his office, taking them over to the elevators. "And here I thought you were fluffy as a kitten," she teased, before obviously giving him a once-over. "Actually, seeing you in a fist fight would be kinda hot... guessing that's not what you meant, though. But yes! We will go, and I will FORCE you to dance and have fun."
"Well, if we had ran into each other while we weren't liking each other it would have come to fists and fights." Well, Ben would probably try to fight while Lindsey just cursed him in some way. Lindsey could take care of himself plenty in a fight, but he was no real match for a werewolf physically. "And it's been a LONG time since I've danced at all." He couldn't even remember the last time.
"God, I shouldn't find that as hot as I do," Zee muttered. Muscled men going at it? YES PLEASE. She stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened and chuckled. "Don't tell me you've got two left feet."
He shook his head. "Oh, I can dance fine. It's just been forever since I've had the chance." Very, very sad. He really needed to get out more.
"Well now, THAT'S just depressing," Zee replied, giving him a cheeky nudge. "Oh! I have to ask you something. It's very important." She paused for effect, before saying: "Can I drive your car there?" Wow. She had the attention span of a squirrel on crack, didn't she?
"Um...sure. If you really want." Was it sad that he cared far less about the Lincoln that he spent way too much money on for work than the truck that he kept at home that was probably worth $500 tops? Probably. "Why?"
"Mostly wanted to see if you'd let me do it," she admitted with a cackle. Come on. There were factors to make her think that. A) It was an expensive car, and B) She was a crazy driver. Sure, he hadn't been in a car with her, but that wasn't to say that Charlotte hadn't told him horror stories—oh wait. For that to work she'd actually have to talk to people, huh? Nevermind. "Bet I can get us there in under ten minutes." Dangerous, dangerous girl.
"Wow...I don't know if that's terrifying or just simply kind of hot," he admitted with a laugh. He could buy another car if she messed it up. Money to him at this point wasn't much of an object, at least as far as his personal stuff was concerned. Well, the stuff that he was forced to buy for work, anyway. "Sounds like it'll be fun."
She gave him a wicked grin and quickly searched his pockets (she wasn't the kind of girl who asked for permission, by the look of it), locating the keys, she skipped out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened and made quick work of finding his car. "I'll do my best to keep you in one piece," she teased.
True to her word, she got them to the club in just under ten minutes. "A new personal record!" She squealed. Yes, she may have broken several laws to get them there, but shh.
He simply let her search his pockets for a bit and find his keys. The ride was...interesting, to say the least. At least he didn't squeal like a girl when she took the curves at 100 miles an hour. A proud moment for him. He was relieved when they got there. "We may be taking a cab to get out of here, though," he pointed out to her when they arrived. "Not sure I want either of us driving drunk later." Let's admit it. When these two go out together? They get DRUNK as skunks.
That was true. Fortunately they were both smart enough to realize that, hm? She grinned at him wickedly as she hopped out of the car. "I'll talk to the lady-tenders behind the bar. I'm sure they'll take care of us," she winked.
Definitely both intelligent enough to realize that they shouldn't drive. "Sounds like a plan," Lindsey said to her, slipping an arm around her waist as the two of them walked inside of the joint.
"When are you gonna learn, Lindsey-boy, that I always have a plan?" She grinned wickedly up at him as they walked inside, honestly a little surprised at the he'd slipped an arm around her waist – but like she was going to complain, right? She led him over to the bar and managed to charm CJ into keeping an eye on them and... into giving them an expensive bottle of liquor and two glasses. "Where are we parking?"
If he thought about it for more than half a second, he'd question why he felt the need to put his arm around her waist. Just another night of randomness, he supposed. When she asked where they were sitting, he pointed to one of the booths on the side of the club. "Any of those work for you?" he asked.
"Looks good," she cackled. She half-walked, half-skipped over to one of the booths and slid into a seat, pouring them each a drink (considering how fast they'd likely drink, she didn't worry so much about ice). "We need to make this a regular thing. Can't have you been Mr. Serious-Grouchy-Pants all the fuckin' time."
When he sat down, he gave her a smile as he took a sip of the drink she poured for him. "I'm more than happy to make this a regular thing, actually. Might help me get out more." All he did was go to work and go home, mostly.
"PLUS, you'd get to spend more time with me," she replied with a grin, taking a gulp of her drink before looking out at the small crowd within the club. "Checking out the ladies is always a bonus as well. Oooh, especially when they wear outfits like THAT." She pointed to a blonde in a pleated skirt, dress shirt and tie.
"Never hurts to hang out with you more," he said, grinning. He didn't mind checking out other ladies as well, looking at the blond that Zee pointed out. Oddly enough, when he hung out with Zee, he felt more normal.
Beyond her workmates and her sister, Zee didn't really have many friends. Sad, but true. She smirked at Lindsey and had another mouthful of her drink before setting her glass down on the table. "You might change your mind in a minute, since I'm about to get your ass to dance before drinking gives you two left feet."
He laughed when she said that she was going to get him out there dancing. "You may want to get more drinks in me before you get me out there dancing," he pointed out. "For all you know, might make me dance better."
"Or, it'd at least make you less self conscious about it," Zee replied with a smirk. Sometimes it took a few drinks to get people to do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do, after all. "But if that's what you wanna do, then I'm not gonna complain."
Lindsey finished off his drink and poured himself another one. "Well, either way, better for us," he said to her. Whether he just didn't care how bad he danced or if he got better, it didn't matter. Plus, she might care less if he didn't dance that great to metal music, either.
"No wonder you're a lawyer," she joked, finishing off her own drink as well. She waited for him to finish pouring his own before taking the bottle from him and pouring a fresh drink for herself, not really one to let others do things for her that she could do easily herself. "Y'know, it's always fun to see you let your hair down, Lindsey-boy."
"I am very good at my job," he pointed out to her with a smirk, letting her take the bottle from his fingers. "Is it really that interesting to see me outside of work?" he asked her.
"Mmhm. S'like pigs walking on their hind legs," she replied. Wow. What an unusual reference. "It's not something you see every day, but when you do... you have to kinda appreciate it." She grinned.
He laughed. "I think that's a compliment," he said playfully. He took another sip of his drink. "So, what kind of dancing were you wanting to do, anyway."
She chuckled. That was probably a good a compliment as he was going to get from her, funnily enough. When he mentioned dancing, she gave him a wonderfully sinful grin. "The kind that gets you worked up, of course."
His smirk got a bit wider when she said that the dancing was going to be the type to get him worked up. "Now that just makes me want to get out on the dance floor all the sooner."
"Well now, isn't that interesting?" She chuckled, quickly swallowing down another mouthful of her drink. "C'mon," she crooked a finger at him in a 'come hither' gesture, "I'll make it worth your while."
He took another sip of his drink, grinning at her. Setting his glass down, he stood up and took her hand. "Can't turn down an offer like that," he said to her, letting her pull him toward the dance floor.
Pull... tug insistently, either worked. As soon as she had him on the dance floor, she turned to face him and scrunched one hand in his shirt, pulling him closer as they started to dance. Well, as she basically started to gyrate against him, anyway. "You know what? I think I'm starting to like you," she teased.
He grinned at her as he started to dance back with her. Amazingly, he was actually doing a fairly good job at keeping up with her, for a man who's major way of dancing was probably country line dancing. "That so?" he asked her.
She was actually fairly impressed with his dancing skills, but wasn't about to say that just yet. She might tease him about it later, knowing her. "Yep! C'mon Linds. You've got a lot goin' for you than you might think."
"I know I got a good bit going for me," he pointed out to her. "Doesn't mean that I can't help but marvel at the fact that you're interested in me in some way. Not that I mind a bit," he said with a wink.
She grinned again, the grin that had just a hint of mania to it, although it had a little sweetness to it as well. "Don't know why you'd be marveled, Linds. You're a catch. Easy on the eyes an' all that."
He simply shrugged. "Guess I'm just awesome that way. Handsome and yet oh so humble." It was probably his recent troubles with Lilah that had made his self esteem a little lacking in that department. He was working on it, though.
"Oh, I can SEE that," Zee replied, actually thwapping him in the arm cheekily. "Well, *I* think you're fun to be around, hence bothering you as much as I damn well CAN."
"Considering how much I enjoy being around you, you should feel free to keep on 'bothering' me as much as you'd like," he said to her. He wasn't even playing with her with that. He actually did enjoy spending time with her.
"Well, aren't you just a sweetheart?" She grinned up at him, reaching a hand up to drag through his hair. "I think I just might." Considering she had few friends, it was a matter of when she would do that, more than anything.