Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-02 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, olivia moore |
Who: Leon and Liv
What: After work/welcome home drinks
When: Not long after Liv returned
Where: McNally's
Rating/Warning: Low/nonw
Status: Complete
Leon was glad that Liv had come back. Not glad that she had to - he was pissed that she had her heart broken by that scummy rock star - Leon always knew he was no good - but that she was. She was more than the weird goth chick with some sort of personality disorder who worked in the morgue and sometimes had strangely insightful tips on his murder victims. He’d almost come to consider her a friend while she’d been here before, and he’d been a little sad to see her go.
Not that he ever would have admitted it.
More than that, he missed drinking with her after work. Especially when she was in a drinking mood. Which, apparently, was now. “First round’s on me,” he said, sliding into a booth at their usual bar and waving down one of the servers.
Liv was all about drinking lately. Even though she didn’t actually get drunk. It did seem like it though, taking on the personality of the guy’s brain she had consumed. Lucky for her this guy seemed to be a happy drunk. And Liv needed all the happiness she could get right now.
“What a gentleman,” Liv smirked. “I should have dated you.” An obvious joke. Okay so maybe she was still a little bitter about the break up. She had relocated for basically no reason after all. Once the server approached Liv ordered herself a jalapeno margarita. Had to be spicy.
“Too bad you’re not my type,” Leon said. Leon ordered a scotch. He’d never understood Liv’s obsession with spicy food. Leon liked the occasional kick to his food, but that didn’t mean everything had to taste like it was on fire. “But I told you you shouldn’t have taken back that rock star creep.”
“Way to kick a girl while she’s down,” she teased. Leon wasn’t exactly her type either. But he was fun to work and drink with. “Yeah, yeah,” Liv replied with an eyeroll. Was now really the time for I told you sos? But then Leon was never great at these types of things. “Enough about that. How was New York?”
Any time Leon was right about something, it was time for an I told you so. He frowned a little at her question. “Stressful,” he said. “I mean, funerals are never a good time, but they’re even less so when you have to help your cousin with all the legal stuff afterward.” He’d had to go through it only six years earlier himself, when his mother died. He’d had his aunt and uncle to help him with things back then, so it only seemed right that he’d done as much for his cousin. He was the oldest person in the family now. “I think I’d have rather been going toe-to-toe with Jack the Ripper.”
“Legal stuff sounds like a pain in the ass,” Liv agreed. Not that she would know. She hadn’t had to deal with anyone’s funeral herself. But she could imagine all the paperwork was a headache. Especially during an emotional time.
The server brought over their drinks and Liv immediately took a sip. She needed that. Or rather she thought she did. “I’ll try to arrange that for you some time,” back to joking. Because serious stuff was difficult and Liv wasn’t really in the mood for serious conversation.
Leon was more than happy to put the serious stuff behind him for now. He took a long swig of his drink, and then grinned at Liv. “You know, if you could arrange a face-to-face with Jack the Ripper, I’d be the happiest man alive.” There would be something very satisfying about finally slapping the cuffs on a serial killer who’d never been found.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Liv commented with a smirk. “Get in touch with all my serial killer contacts.” Because she just had to many. But still it felt good to joke around with Leon again. She’d never admit it, but she had missed him.
“Oh yeah?” Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that how you come up with all your leads? Have your own personal Hannibal Lecter locked away in a back room someplace?” He laughed at his own joke. Though, sometimes he did wonder how Liv’s intel was so good.
“That and I eat the brains,” Liv joked. It was the truth but she knew Leon wouldn’t actually think that. Not with her joking about it. Given that he didn’t even believe she had visions, she doubted he had any idea that he was working with a zombie.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to take his advice quite that far,” Leon said, sourly. He knew that she was joking (or, at least, he assumed she was joking), but the idea of anyone eating brains weirded him out. “How’d you like England, by the way?” he asked. It was kind of weird that she wasn’t the only work friend he had who’d recently come back from there.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a serial killer,” another joke. Obviously. “It was nice. There was so much to see and do. I felt like a tourist. But what can I say? Orange County is home.” Not to mention the only place that would accept zombies, that Liv knew of at least.
“That’s why I don’t travel much,” Leon said. “Nothing worse than feeling like a tourist. Especially over in Europe. I hear Europeans are snobs. It’s good to have you back anyway though. You’re definitely less weird than the other ME.” Which was saying a lot, since Liv was one of the weirdest fucking people he knew.
“Thanks for the compliment?” Although it definitely came out as more of a question. Liv was well aware of just how strange the other ME was. “It’s good to be back,” she added sincerely and it was. As crazy as this place was she had missed it. Even the grumpy detective next to her.