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[ Marie Delacroix has picked the worst possible night to decide that she's taking herself out for drinks. Isolated in a lab all day, only going home to change her clothes, she's missed all of the warning signs.

All she wants is a gin and tonic and a cigarette.

That's all she wants, and upon achieving this lofty goal unfortunately finds herself in the arms of her neighbor. The whole situation moves from elated to irritating and despite being the one to make the first move, her drink ends up in the man's face while she snatches up her cigarettes and leaves. ]



[[ooc; come to me, polywogs.]]

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[Ooof.]

Hey.

[And he notices who's shoving him - somehow it's not a shock - and throws an arm back across her path.]

Is there someone in here I need to have a word with for you?

I DON'T KNOW WHY HER ANGRIEST FACE IS THE ONE IN LINGERIE

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[Eh? She... finally looks up, still frowning and that expression really only deepens when she recognizes him. She is in an incredibly foul mood.]

Don't be ridiculous. Do I look like a schoolgirl to you?

[Delacroix usually saves this level of irate for her interns.]

completely appropriate.

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Not out of the uniform.

[he goes from blocking her path to walking at her shoulder, it seems the option least likely to make her hit him.]

What's going on?

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[Marie is not likely to hit him at all, but if looks could kill, he would be in screaming agony for that uniform crack.]

I am leaving, and zhat is all.

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All right.

[And he's still walking with her.]

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[Which causes her to stop and stare up at him furiously. She really has no physical imposition whatsoever, it's all that temper of hers, bristling.]

What are you doing.

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[So he stops, too.]

Leaving. Obviously the atmosphere in there's not what I was looking for.

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[Her hand goes to her forehead, looking so frustrated that she could possibly pop a vein.]

I am sure you would get along fine.

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If you want me to go, I'll go.

[How can you be mean when he's so earnest, Marie. And it's a genuine offer.]

I'm only following you because you look like you're about to have a coronary and it would save me taking the call.

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[SHE IS HAVING TROUBLE BEING MEAN WHILE HE IS MAKING PUPPY-FACES AND THAT IS TWICE AS IRRITATING.]

Just go.

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[Sigh. Sadface. But he'll keep to his word, starting to step away.]

If you say so. I hope the night picks up.

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[Sigh. Someone did not think this all the way through, because now that she has ACHIEVED VICTORY, he's still the only thing in front of her to direct this curse at.

She didn't want to kiss him, fairly emphatically in fact, but that's what she's stuck doing.]

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[She never wants to kiss him, which makes her a woman of taste in Chase's books, and also just a fraction more interesting than she might have been otherwise.

The yelp when she pulls him back is quite undignified. But he makes up for it.]

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[Perhaps it was a misnomer to say she was unlikely to hit him. If there was one particular way to incite her, it was certainly to reciprocate a kiss that she had not wanted to give in the first place.

Chase should enjoy it while she can't stop it because as soon as her hand listens to her directions she's going to cuff him across the ear and curse in that same rapid French.]

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What- Ow.

[The sting of her swipe probably doesn't equate to the sulk on his face as he cradles his injured ear.]

I didn't do anything!

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Get lost.

[Which despite being an order directed at him, she's the one who's turned to stalk off.]

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[And, though he stands there with his arms out to the sides, long held posture of the innocents, until she's some way along the street, he lets her.]

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i'm sorry.

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fine.

[AKA 'never speak of this again.']

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[He still didn't do anything wrong FYI]

i don't expect you to be comfortable with anything forcing you to act against your will.

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[Her rage is unimpeded.]

very considerate of you.

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but it is something that's going to keep happening, here.

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i am abreast of the situation, dr. chase.

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the theory goes that the big emotional reactions are giving them what they want.

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i do not consider irritation and emotion to be inexorably entwined. are you through now?