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xp_logsWarren and Amanda catch up over coffee, and teasing about Warren's status as a taken man ensues.
The cappucino machine hissed as the barista frothed more milk for the next customer and Amanda leaned forward in her seat, cup of tea cupped between her hands. "So," she said to Warren with that dangerous glint in her eyes that signalled she had something to tease him about. "You're looking rather pleased with yourself lately."
"Am I?" He said with a smirk in return, stirring the requisite 2 packets of sugar into his coffee before he could start drinking it. "I can't imagine why that would be." Warren knew perfectly well what she was going to say, and it was something he didn't mind being teased about at all.
"Yep, definitely pleased with yourself. You look like the cat that ate the canary, then finished up with a bowl of cream and a plate of caviar." The witch grinned and sing-songed: "Someone's getting nookie."
"Someone is." He took a tentative sip from his coffee, still smirking over to her. "No thanks to you, Miss Work-On-A-Friendship-First."
She beamed. "Jay? He actually took my advice and did something other than mope? Go me."
"Oh no, there was still a little bit of that going on." He shrugged, putting down the cup of coffee. "But I like to think he's doing a lot more than just that right now."
"Well, he wouldn't be Jay if there wasn't some of the whole star-crossed lover thing going on," Amanda admitted, blowing on her tea before taking a sip. "Still, it looks like you're happy, so that's a start."
"It seems to be going mostly okay at the moment." He smirked. "And the sex is great, so I can't really complain about that." He shifted carefully in his chair, leaning back slightly. "What about you? How're things with you going?"
She stared down into her mug, watching the steam rise. "Well, there's no sex, so I can't really compare," she said at last with a lame chuckle.
"By choice?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, watching her. "Because there's no way it could be from a lack of offers." There was a hint of the smirk from before on his face, he was only teasing her a little.
"Taking a break from all things relationshippy for a while, after Ange. Not that it was a horrible break up or anything, just... trying to sort my head out a bit. The job tends to make things... awkward." To say the least. She looked up and gave Warren a small smile. "And there's less offers than you'd think. I'm getting to be an old maid these days."
"I find that hard to believe. You just need to get out more." He grinned over to her. "But taking time to sort yourself out isn't a bad idea, as long as it doesn't become your default setting. Along with workaholic."
"Well, I'm out with you, aren't I?" she countered in the same vein. "And you know me - I get distracted by the old musty books and that's all anyone sees of me until I'm done with what I'm doing. But I'm trying to get the balance thing going. 'S hard when I've got people dropping off left and right - Marie's taken off indefinitely, Morgan's left Snow Valley... If I was still the emo schoolkid I was, I'd be taking it personal."
"I wouldn't," he said with a laugh. "They'll come back. People always do." Wasn't he proof of that? "But you know now I'm going to make it my personal mission to make sure you do get out more often. I feel I'm duty bound to make sure you don't turn into a hermit."
"Yeah. Just feels odd, not having Morgan to hang out with." Amanda sipped at her tea again. "I figured you'd be playing house with Jay in your spare time, Warren. When you aren't donning the leathers and going out to save the world." She grinned at him.
Warren flashed her a grin in return. "The day I don't have time to spend with a beautiful woman is the day I know I've gotten old." He winked playfully. "And I'm fairly sure one of the clauses in the saving-the-world contract all but requires me to ensure you don't slide into a mess of loneliness and boredom."
"Well, if you're gunna flatter me like that, I might just have to let you rescue me," Amanda replied, batting her eyelashes at him.
The cappucino machine hissed as the barista frothed more milk for the next customer and Amanda leaned forward in her seat, cup of tea cupped between her hands. "So," she said to Warren with that dangerous glint in her eyes that signalled she had something to tease him about. "You're looking rather pleased with yourself lately."
"Am I?" He said with a smirk in return, stirring the requisite 2 packets of sugar into his coffee before he could start drinking it. "I can't imagine why that would be." Warren knew perfectly well what she was going to say, and it was something he didn't mind being teased about at all.
"Yep, definitely pleased with yourself. You look like the cat that ate the canary, then finished up with a bowl of cream and a plate of caviar." The witch grinned and sing-songed: "Someone's getting nookie."
"Someone is." He took a tentative sip from his coffee, still smirking over to her. "No thanks to you, Miss Work-On-A-Friendship-First."
She beamed. "Jay? He actually took my advice and did something other than mope? Go me."
"Oh no, there was still a little bit of that going on." He shrugged, putting down the cup of coffee. "But I like to think he's doing a lot more than just that right now."
"Well, he wouldn't be Jay if there wasn't some of the whole star-crossed lover thing going on," Amanda admitted, blowing on her tea before taking a sip. "Still, it looks like you're happy, so that's a start."
"It seems to be going mostly okay at the moment." He smirked. "And the sex is great, so I can't really complain about that." He shifted carefully in his chair, leaning back slightly. "What about you? How're things with you going?"
She stared down into her mug, watching the steam rise. "Well, there's no sex, so I can't really compare," she said at last with a lame chuckle.
"By choice?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, watching her. "Because there's no way it could be from a lack of offers." There was a hint of the smirk from before on his face, he was only teasing her a little.
"Taking a break from all things relationshippy for a while, after Ange. Not that it was a horrible break up or anything, just... trying to sort my head out a bit. The job tends to make things... awkward." To say the least. She looked up and gave Warren a small smile. "And there's less offers than you'd think. I'm getting to be an old maid these days."
"I find that hard to believe. You just need to get out more." He grinned over to her. "But taking time to sort yourself out isn't a bad idea, as long as it doesn't become your default setting. Along with workaholic."
"Well, I'm out with you, aren't I?" she countered in the same vein. "And you know me - I get distracted by the old musty books and that's all anyone sees of me until I'm done with what I'm doing. But I'm trying to get the balance thing going. 'S hard when I've got people dropping off left and right - Marie's taken off indefinitely, Morgan's left Snow Valley... If I was still the emo schoolkid I was, I'd be taking it personal."
"I wouldn't," he said with a laugh. "They'll come back. People always do." Wasn't he proof of that? "But you know now I'm going to make it my personal mission to make sure you do get out more often. I feel I'm duty bound to make sure you don't turn into a hermit."
"Yeah. Just feels odd, not having Morgan to hang out with." Amanda sipped at her tea again. "I figured you'd be playing house with Jay in your spare time, Warren. When you aren't donning the leathers and going out to save the world." She grinned at him.
Warren flashed her a grin in return. "The day I don't have time to spend with a beautiful woman is the day I know I've gotten old." He winked playfully. "And I'm fairly sure one of the clauses in the saving-the-world contract all but requires me to ensure you don't slide into a mess of loneliness and boredom."
"Well, if you're gunna flatter me like that, I might just have to let you rescue me," Amanda replied, batting her eyelashes at him.
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