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вσσкєя § ∂єωιтт (shockjockey) wrote in makebelievelog,

"Something like that." Booker replied easily, turning to face the approaching woman--or succubus, as she'd described. During his little escapade in the library to figure out the differences in time frames, Booker also went ahead to look up exactly what a succubus was. The general description hadn't necessarily been an easy going one. But, Booker wasn't a damn fool, and if Bo was some demon with ill intentions, opening a PI office with him seemed to be like a waste of time.

She looked far from demonic at all with her friendly and seemingly cheerful demeanor. It was nothing in the perky manner Elizabeth carried herself but that was all fine and dandy. Booker could only handle so much happy spunk.

"Not long at all, just a few minutes." He said, shrugging of any notion that he had been there long or had started to get impatient. Not the man to appreciate standing about in any sense of the manner, Booker would have most definitely made it know if he had been. "Did you wanna grab a coffee or something, or just get right to it?" With his thumb he motioned to the coffee shop behind him. Sometimes people functioned on coffee to get things done, get them through the day. Booker knew he did. Coffee, cigarettes, previously alcohol, but since that was out, coffee would have to do. And since he hadn't forgotten his manners today it was lady's pick. First impressions and all that.