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Troublemaker
Jul. 25th, 2008 12:34 pmOOC: Because the idea of Thomas flirting with older!Ivy is way too yummy. From various aspects. You know? Feel free to tag (or not) since this can be seen as also kind of open; or poke me in various directions if you feel like it. You know.
The Archive was early for her rendezvous with Kincaid and she was well aware of it. Like, a lot early. And since it was Chicago and there always seemed to be danger here (or always when she was here, at least), she decided to stick to familiar territory.
McAnally's pub. The meeting location, at least. - If nothing else, if something happened, Kincaid would most definitely show up here and be told.
She turned her thoughts away from that. Generally, it was still neutral territory here and... most sides still respected that. Most of the actual trouble happened other places.
A long line of her predecessors were rolling their eyes at how jittery she still was. Some of them had been through worse, technically.
But not as the Archive.
No.
Even though she knew Mac had recognized her and would have had no issue giving her an ale, Ivy still chose a soda. She'd be legal for drinking soon enough. She didn't feel the need to stretch the rules, even if she could.
So there she was, a blonde sitting by one of the thirteen columns, sipping a coke. Looking at the fireplace, mostly, but in a way that she could keep an eye at the door.
The Archive was early for her rendezvous with Kincaid and she was well aware of it. Like, a lot early. And since it was Chicago and there always seemed to be danger here (or always when she was here, at least), she decided to stick to familiar territory.
McAnally's pub. The meeting location, at least. - If nothing else, if something happened, Kincaid would most definitely show up here and be told.
She turned her thoughts away from that. Generally, it was still neutral territory here and... most sides still respected that. Most of the actual trouble happened other places.
A long line of her predecessors were rolling their eyes at how jittery she still was. Some of them had been through worse, technically.
But not as the Archive.
No.
Even though she knew Mac had recognized her and would have had no issue giving her an ale, Ivy still chose a soda. She'd be legal for drinking soon enough. She didn't feel the need to stretch the rules, even if she could.
So there she was, a blonde sitting by one of the thirteen columns, sipping a coke. Looking at the fireplace, mostly, but in a way that she could keep an eye at the door.
