Noa Doughtery (trivialmatters) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-08-30 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | noa doughtery, paul simpson |
Who: Paul Simpson and Noa Doughtery
What: Driving around, possibly arguing about lunch possibilities and who gets the tab
When: Monday August 31 - late lunchtime
Where: The very busy streets of DC in Paul's car
Warnings: Philosophy, arguing, road rage, complaining, and language.
"All I'm saying is that Bobby Ray's on Wilshire is better barbecue than Mack's on 4th. It wouldn't hurt you to try something new, and you wouldn't have to be stuck here every time you decide to go for something other than the usual." Noa leaned toward Paul, and anyone who didn't know them might think she was about to place a kiss on his cheek. Instead, she was leaning to get the laptop from the backseat.
"I don't think we'd get as much work done if we didn't get caught like this every time." She turned back around with the laptop, plugged the laptop into the lighter, and turned it on to login. "We'd have so much paper work." She was teasing him, and he knew it. There was only a hint of a smirk while her fingers moved over the keyboard. The way she sat, she'd done this more than once before.
"It could be worse. We could be hunting down that guy from last month. Remember? He lived in that building we just couldn't seem to get to?" She laughed softly. "I think he was working some sort of magic. I'm telling you the stuff is real. Magic, witches, wizards." Of course, it was real, but it was different than what they knew of as real. "Damn. My brother emailed me again about Fluer de Lis. Try to tell him that massages cannot be considered business deductibles. Especially ones that are from questionable parlors."