Commander (the_commander) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-18 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, jack |
"You wanna look at the guns?"
Who: Shepard and Jack
What: Tyra shops for a gift
When: Saturday
Where: Jack and Isabela's Pawn Shop
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete
Tyra had a lot on her mind. Liara primarily. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she babbled on when she got passionate about something. There was also Jack Harper's offer. And she had an appointment with Wrex at his ranch. But mostly she was thinking about Liara.
She swung by Isabela's pawn shop, not sure if her friend was in, but knowing she'd probably have something of interest to the lovely anthropologist.
Jack ran a hand over the stubble of her head. Wasn't quite long enough to shave it again, but it felt nice rubbing it. Things were a bit slow, but it was time of week that slow was kind of the norm.
And then a blonde walked in. Looked better than a lot of their usuals. Jack raised an eyebrow, curious to see what the blonde would look at first.
It was a bit overwhelming at first. Tyra was drawn to the guns first. Some of them were in excellent condition but somehow she doubted an antique firearm was an appropriate first gift. Or any weapon, really, even that old african sword on the wall. She made her way past the jewellery, giving it only a cursory glance. She was more interested in what looked like a varied collection of artifacts.
She just had to find something that was real.
Jack watched. Weapons first, then...the Shit As Old As Dirt. Huh. Collector? Or shopping for a gift to impress some fancy-ass? The woman...their was something about her that made Jack want to see what she did next.
Mostly the latter, though she did get distracted momentarily by the old military stuff. Right, focus. None of this seemed right. Perhaps that old mother goddess statue but that might be sending littlebluebabies signals she didn't want to send.
"Fuck. What the hell do you buy for a woman with her nose in tombs."
Jack raised an eyebrow. Definitely shopping. "Fucking Egyptian shit? I don't really do dust, but what does dust-chick dig?"
Shepard turned and studied the woman, raising an eyebrow at the woman. She flashed a flirty grin, "Got anything central or south American? Aztec? Inca? Maya?"
"Uh...we might. Don't really spend much time researching the old shit." Jack moved out from behind the counter and headed over to a display of stuff that...well, it might be what the blonde wanted. Might not be authentic, though. Jack never quite knew with the old stuff.
"She'd be able to spot a fake without trying, I think." Tyra stepped aside for the punkish woman. She had the strangest sense of wanting to get to know her. Dig into her and find out what made her tick, "Of course I wouldn't be able to tell."
Jack crossed her arms over her chest. "Guess you could pull that 'it's the thought that counts' shit. She probably knows you can't tell, anyway, if she's that into this shit." Jack did not get why people dug old shit like that. Technology was way better and way cooler. And easier to fucking identify.
Tyra shrugged. She felt that if someone had passion for something, that was good enough for her and she was willing to enable that passion if she could. "Don't entirely get it myself, but she lights up talking about this sort of stuff, and thats what matters." She flashed a grin at Jack, "Hell. Just hope she's willing to listen when I go off on shit I'm into."
Jack smirked. "Saw you checkin' out the guns. Weapons and shit more your speed, I'm guessing."
"Yeah." Tyra grinned, and held out her hand, "Shepard. Tyra Shepard."
"Jack." She shook Shepard's hand. "You wanna look at the guns?"
"Hell yes!"
Jack laughed and led Shepard over to the gun section. "Some of this shit we have ammo for. Some of this shit you have to ask the boss about ammo for."
"The rarer stuff right? That they don't make ammo for anymore?" Tyra leaned over an old derringer. It definitely didn't have the stopping power that the gun in her waistband had, but it was still very, very nice.
"Yeah. Or the 'special' stuff. If you need that kind of shit." Jack watched her look the gun over. Clearly blondie knew what was what about guns, all right.
Tyra's lips curled up and she glanced at Jack through her eyelashes, "Special stuff, huh?" What did she need with special ammunition? She was retiring. She WASN'T taking Harper up on his offer. Damn it.
Jack nodded. "You don't look like a cop. Only reason you get to know. And you seem like you'd know the boss."
"Biblically," Tyra replied with a wide grin. "Military. Soon to be ex-military when the paperwork finishes going through."
Jack laughed. "Figures. On both counts." She had to hand it to her boss: Isabela sure knew how to bag the interesting ones.
"She's fun to be around, and very convincing." It was really hard to say no to Isabela, especially when you were very intersted to begin with. She tapped a finger on the derringer, "How much for that? And that odd dagger thing there?"
The dagger thing was called TUMI. For future reference.
Jack quoted her a price for each item. Interesting combination. "Hope your chick digs the Dusty Thing."
"Me too. Never seen anything like it, and couldn't tell you what it means. Just hope its not some fertility thing."
Jack laughed. "Hell, if it is, maybe it'll get you laid."
Tyra grinned at that, her heart doing flips in her chest, "Yeah, maybe. Do you take check?"
"Yeah," Jack said. "We'll have to hold onto that knife thing till the check clears, though." She shrugged. "Protection, in case folks aren't good for the cash."
Shepard grimaced a bit, but nodded her head, "Don't know when our next date is, anyway, so that's good." She wrote up the check, and showed her ID, "How long have you been working here, Jack?"
Jack shrugged. "Coupla years." Jack made a note of the purchase. "Should clear before you line up that hot date."
"Fantastic, thanks!" She hopefully got a receipt, and the derringer, "You know what you're doing. And I get the impression people don't mess with you."
Jack couldn't help but grin. "They better not try to mess with me, yeah."
If she wasn't so very interested in Liara, Tyra would be doing more than eyeing Jack appreciatevly, "Good. Don't take shit from anyone." And be glad you never joined an unappreciative fucking army.
"I don't," Jack replied, still grinning. This Shepard chick might not be so bad.
"How many days will it take? Not that I really need an excuse to drop by." She rubbed her chin, "Not sure why I haven't, before."
Jack told her how long it usually took. "We get some pretty cool shit in, now and again. Might find some more shit for this girl you want to impres.."
Tyra's grin widened, "Thank you. I'll have to make up a suitably convincing story involving large boulders."
Smirking, Jack said, "You do that, Shepard."
She tossed off a playful two-finger salute, "See you in a few days Jack."