And there it was. The dopey smile that told her more or less that it was pointless wasting her fury on him while he was off in Ollie-La-La Land. Had she known he was currently reminiscing about their old crew, she might've joined in. But she didn't. All she knew was that he wasn't in complete control of his thoughts, and her remaining annoyance deflated. Lecturing him further wouldn't do either of them any good. Ollie would still be smiling that stupidly cute smile, and Allie would just be wasting her energy.
She felt herself smiling, however, as Ollie spoke of a graffiti message he'd come across in his travels through the city. "Someone must have really missed blogging. Makes me wonder if the guy who wrote the graffiti message is the same one who gave us the Internet back." It made her laugh.
As did the conversation about Ollie's unofficial mission to get her photos of a drag queen in action. "That would be the greatest thing ever, and if you do succeed at getting those photos for me? I might be inclined to forget about this whole drunken-idiot-brother-on-a-rickety-fire-escape fiasco. But only if you get me those photos." Allie drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, a failed attempt to hide a smirk, as she rocked on her heels. Holding her index finger in her opposite hand, she swung her arms back and forth behind her back, a childlike gesture that could basically be translated as if you do this, I'll be the sweetest sister ever and forget how stupid you are. Promise! Bribing someone to do it, or Allifying himself, she wouldn't be that picky. Or maybe she would. She hadn't decided yet.
Avoiding rapists and other criminal types was another very good advantage to moving from one safehouse to another. Allie bobbed her head from side to side in agreement, grinning mischievously when Ollie voiced his aversion to being thought of as a rapist. "Who said I meant you were the rapist? I wasn't implying anything of the sort. You're too drunk to think, dear brother, so don't hurt yourself trying." Her only response to Ollie Allifying himself was a swift upward flick of one eyebrow. She had no problem donning the Ollie costume.
"Only if you want me to kick and scream and cause a big scene," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "And then you'd probably have the guards swarming all around, wondering why you're treating such a beautiful, innocent young woman in such an undignified manner. They'd be even more difficult to talk into letting you leave."
Presents were never not appropriate when apologies were involved. At least that was how Allie viewed it. Of course, she wasn't completely overcome by her own vanity to ignore someone who obviously needed medical attention, whether he was showing much pain or not. She winced at all the tiny cuts she saw. And the not so tiny cuts. And the bruises. And the fact he was admitting to aches.
"I think one of the ladies in the room next door has a first aid kit. You sit," she pushed him playfully but gently toward their shared sleeping area, "and I'll go get some bandages and whatever else I can find." Hopefully the lady with the med kit could give her some tips on what to do. Allie wasn't completely clueless when it came to tending injuries, but the sight of blood made her nauseous.