"If it's porn they were missing, all they'd have to do is stalk the closets and small rooms at every safehouse," she replied, recalling the background noise that had been present during her conversation with George a few days ago. Allie smiled in agreement, though it held a touch of sadness. Communication was good, and maybe the intranet system would help her find some friends.
"That's most likely true," she smirked. All the best liars had the best memory recollection, and Allie was no exception. Granted, these past few years she'd been the most honest that she'd ever been, but her talents hadn't faded.
Allie liked getting Ollie to do little (and sometimes not so little) tasks for her, not simply because it made her happy, but her intent was to give him little things to distract from all the crap the government made him do. It couldn't have been very fun. She gave him a lopsided grin. "Pink isn't a necessity. Besides, blue and green do a better job of bringing out the color in your eyes."
Allie spread her hands, palms up, in a placating gesture, despite knowing her brother was only teasing. She chuckled at his next words, recalling that very same incident. "Too thunk to drink, and hopefully not about to hurl on my shoes. Though I wouldn't be opposed to being serenaded by another Madonna song." That night had been a fun one. The cop had been awfully friendly about the whole incident, telling a doe-eyed Allie, who was obviously annoyed but fighting off amusement, that she should get her fool of a brother home before he hurt himself.
"You're the only one who ever gets to see the truly real Allie, so I don't see where that'll change anytime soon." Placing a kiss on the end of her finger, she transferred it to Ollie's nose.
"I can't promise I won't have the urge to play the cymbals in the morning. You know me when it comes to music. I can't help myself." She crinkled her nose at him before disappearing out into the hall, heading for the room next door.
The woman with the first-aid kit was fast asleep, so Allie helped herself to some bandages and whatnot. Hands full, she returned to her brother, dumping everything on the blanket beside him. "So, is it just the ones I can see, or are there more?" She asked, reaching for the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a strip of gauze.