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Vanessa & Bishop | Tuesday evening
While trying to distract herself from paperwork Vanessa turns her attention to her partner and strippers.
Stretching, Vanessa was so done with paperwork today. It was her own fault for putting off writing up the last four cases she'd done but she really hated paperwork. Maybe she shouldn't have given Laurie to Bishop. The thought made her narrow her eyes at the big man at his own desk across the room. Vanessa wanted a distraction from the mind-numbing detail of paperwork so instead of starting on writing up the last case she decided to pester her partner. "Did any of those girls from the strip club ever actually call you? I swear I saw...Candy 'round the area the other day." It was District X, though, and she was pink. She may have just been around to be around.
"Anna." Bishop corrected as he idly clicked his mouse, working on the agency's expense reports. "She actually just came in instead of calling." He said with a little smile that was mostly hidden by his computer's monitor.
An eyebrow quirked. There was something in his voice. It was a very small, minor thing but Vanessa was sure it was there. She shifted to the other side of her desk to try to peer around his monitor at him but she still couldn't see him. "She's a nice girl. Bit on the perky side." It was possibly that was just the persona to go with the stage name but Vanessa never saw her come out of it, even backstage.
"She didn't seem bad to me." Bishop gave a bland, unrevealing response intentionally. He knew Vanessa would be curious but he liked to make her work for the information.
"You equate 'perky' with 'bad'?" The raised eyebrow remained in place. "So not dirty fantasies about cheerleaders or schoolgirls then?"
"You don't want to hear about my fantasies and I certainly don't want to talk about them." Bishop didn't correct the perky to bad equation, it wasn't important.
A hand waved dismissively. "The perversions I make up for you are no doubt more interesting than any you've actually got. I wouldn't want you ruining the mystique for me."
"Mystery. It's why women love me." Bishop agreed, returning his attention to the computer screen alone.
"How did I ever avoid falling prey to your charms?" she mused mostly to herself. Vanessa got up, though, because only caffeine was going to get her through the rest of her records writing today. That and a determined will of steel. Lacking that, however, coffee was the only answer. One her way to the kitchen area the metamorph paused at the big man's desk. "Were you at least nice to her? Because if you were an ass I may have to defend her honor or some such."
Bishop reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled a scrap of paper with a quickly scribbled number in a woman's handwriting, holding it up between his fingers to be seen. "I was more than nice; I was awesome."
She eyed the bit of paper for a moment and then laughed. "Of course, who is going to deny tall, dark and awesome?" The amusement was still written plainly across her face as she moved on toward the promise of coffee. "Are you keeping this one or is she going to be another in your long line of test driven women you've chosen not to keep? You're worse than I could dream of being."
"I put them on my arm not in my bed. Nothing wrong with wanting to go to out but avoid the drama of not having a woman you already know is available." Bishop laid out pragmatically. "But I've been too career to keep a girl, probably until we did this." He motioned around to the office, implying X-Factor as a whole.
"I said nothing about you sleeping with them," she pointed out. Vanessa wasn't one to sleep with people easily, Warren and Will excepted, so she had zero problem believing others didn't jump into bed so easily if they said it convincingly enough. Bishop hadn't ever lied to her unnecessarily so she took him at his word. "Girls get attached quicker than you'd think and I never see the same one more than twice. Unless you're just terribly worried I will charm them away from you so you're making them avoid the office when I'm here." She cast a playfully suspicious glance in his direction.
"Third date is the sex date." Bishop clarified factually. "Never thought you'd charm them away. Maybe pick up my mimic but never outright steal." He looked back, his face as deadpan as usual but his gaze sidelong to indulge her playful suspicion.
Vanessa clutched her shirt at her chest. "I'm wounded. You doubt me so." She had on her most wounded expression. "And I would never pick up your mimic without your consent. I like you too much for that. Though, if you'd like me to prove you can move past the third date without putting out I'd be up for the challenge." Her eyes shone with mischief. "I could make them come back for it thinking you were eating out of the palm of their hand."
Then it hit her. "You don't want to sleep with any of your women?" Vanessa's eyes narrowed. "Are you in the closet?"
"Do I strike you as a guy that would closet? As if I give a fuck what any ignorant bigot thinks." Bishop actually laughed pretty unreservedly at the idea.
His question only drew a shrug in reply. "You needing a beard for some strange reason was the only reason I could think of that you'd have to avoid sleeping with a woman. Especially since I've seen some of the ones you've been wearing around and most people would want them naked. Dim, dull, not interested, vapid, et cetera, et cetera I would understand. But just avoiding? I don't get. Like you said, you could have a permanent thing if you wanted now."
"That's why I picked Anna. Hot, educated, relaxed, colorful..." Bishop gazed sidelong at Vanessa again as he listed the last trait.
Anna. Anna... Which one was Anna? Hot, educated, relaxed...how did she not know which one she was? And colorful? Colorful stood out. It was a clear indication of what paperwork did to her brain that it took her so long to realize he'd said Candy's name was Anna. It was obvious when she put it together. "Pink and black isn't 'colorful' it's 'colored.'" She wondered if he had a fetish for oddly colored women. "Oh, hang on a second. You're keeping her?"
Bishop corrected, "Just black is colored. Pink is colorful. And I might, depends on how things go and what she has to say about it."
His reply about being colored was waved off with a dismissive gesture. "Don't fuck with my street cred here, Lucas. You break her heart and you'll ruin my referral business. Then my dreams of being a modern day Yente will be crushed and this will have to turn personal and I'd hate to have to test how big a caliber I need to shoot you with to get around that handy absorption you've got going on. By time I get that big just wounding you by shooting you in the ass is out of question. I'm pretty sure a rocket launcher would rip you in half either way and then little Lucas won't get any visitors and only you will be around to mourn his loss." She frowned on his behalf but the frown looked remarkably like it wanted to turn upward into a smile. Vanessa was pretty sure his mutation either wouldn't block a bullet or would fail to do so way before she hit a rocket launcher. She was clearly amused despite this.
"She gets a speech too, right? In all fairness, she should." Bishop smirked but responded blandly as he looked back to his computer.
"Hm..." A finger tapped against her chin while she considered that. "I don't know. I don't really like threatening to shoot women in the ass unless they are likely to shoot me. Especially when they have an ass as nice as Anna's. On the other hand...it's sort of a friend-slash-partner duty to watch your back here. Hm..." The coffee pot finally had enough coffee in it that Vanessa busied herself with pouring it while she considered the pros and cons of lecturing the stripper.
"Now you're in danger of being sexist, threatening the man and not the woman. Don't think she's capable of hurting me too?" Bishop was actually teasing, leaning back in his chair and watching her with a smug smirk.
"My local, stoic papa bear?" She grinned. Bishop really was the papa bear of X-Factor despite that Jean-Paul was older than him. "I have my doubts. But I suppose I need to account for still waters running deep, aye?"
"It's what they say." Bishop remarked without commitment as he returned to his work.
Vanessa shrugged. "I'll consider it but I make no promises. I fully believe you're much more a heart breaker than you let on."
Stretching, Vanessa was so done with paperwork today. It was her own fault for putting off writing up the last four cases she'd done but she really hated paperwork. Maybe she shouldn't have given Laurie to Bishop. The thought made her narrow her eyes at the big man at his own desk across the room. Vanessa wanted a distraction from the mind-numbing detail of paperwork so instead of starting on writing up the last case she decided to pester her partner. "Did any of those girls from the strip club ever actually call you? I swear I saw...Candy 'round the area the other day." It was District X, though, and she was pink. She may have just been around to be around.
"Anna." Bishop corrected as he idly clicked his mouse, working on the agency's expense reports. "She actually just came in instead of calling." He said with a little smile that was mostly hidden by his computer's monitor.
An eyebrow quirked. There was something in his voice. It was a very small, minor thing but Vanessa was sure it was there. She shifted to the other side of her desk to try to peer around his monitor at him but she still couldn't see him. "She's a nice girl. Bit on the perky side." It was possibly that was just the persona to go with the stage name but Vanessa never saw her come out of it, even backstage.
"She didn't seem bad to me." Bishop gave a bland, unrevealing response intentionally. He knew Vanessa would be curious but he liked to make her work for the information.
"You equate 'perky' with 'bad'?" The raised eyebrow remained in place. "So not dirty fantasies about cheerleaders or schoolgirls then?"
"You don't want to hear about my fantasies and I certainly don't want to talk about them." Bishop didn't correct the perky to bad equation, it wasn't important.
A hand waved dismissively. "The perversions I make up for you are no doubt more interesting than any you've actually got. I wouldn't want you ruining the mystique for me."
"Mystery. It's why women love me." Bishop agreed, returning his attention to the computer screen alone.
"How did I ever avoid falling prey to your charms?" she mused mostly to herself. Vanessa got up, though, because only caffeine was going to get her through the rest of her records writing today. That and a determined will of steel. Lacking that, however, coffee was the only answer. One her way to the kitchen area the metamorph paused at the big man's desk. "Were you at least nice to her? Because if you were an ass I may have to defend her honor or some such."
Bishop reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled a scrap of paper with a quickly scribbled number in a woman's handwriting, holding it up between his fingers to be seen. "I was more than nice; I was awesome."
She eyed the bit of paper for a moment and then laughed. "Of course, who is going to deny tall, dark and awesome?" The amusement was still written plainly across her face as she moved on toward the promise of coffee. "Are you keeping this one or is she going to be another in your long line of test driven women you've chosen not to keep? You're worse than I could dream of being."
"I put them on my arm not in my bed. Nothing wrong with wanting to go to out but avoid the drama of not having a woman you already know is available." Bishop laid out pragmatically. "But I've been too career to keep a girl, probably until we did this." He motioned around to the office, implying X-Factor as a whole.
"I said nothing about you sleeping with them," she pointed out. Vanessa wasn't one to sleep with people easily, Warren and Will excepted, so she had zero problem believing others didn't jump into bed so easily if they said it convincingly enough. Bishop hadn't ever lied to her unnecessarily so she took him at his word. "Girls get attached quicker than you'd think and I never see the same one more than twice. Unless you're just terribly worried I will charm them away from you so you're making them avoid the office when I'm here." She cast a playfully suspicious glance in his direction.
"Third date is the sex date." Bishop clarified factually. "Never thought you'd charm them away. Maybe pick up my mimic but never outright steal." He looked back, his face as deadpan as usual but his gaze sidelong to indulge her playful suspicion.
Vanessa clutched her shirt at her chest. "I'm wounded. You doubt me so." She had on her most wounded expression. "And I would never pick up your mimic without your consent. I like you too much for that. Though, if you'd like me to prove you can move past the third date without putting out I'd be up for the challenge." Her eyes shone with mischief. "I could make them come back for it thinking you were eating out of the palm of their hand."
Then it hit her. "You don't want to sleep with any of your women?" Vanessa's eyes narrowed. "Are you in the closet?"
"Do I strike you as a guy that would closet? As if I give a fuck what any ignorant bigot thinks." Bishop actually laughed pretty unreservedly at the idea.
His question only drew a shrug in reply. "You needing a beard for some strange reason was the only reason I could think of that you'd have to avoid sleeping with a woman. Especially since I've seen some of the ones you've been wearing around and most people would want them naked. Dim, dull, not interested, vapid, et cetera, et cetera I would understand. But just avoiding? I don't get. Like you said, you could have a permanent thing if you wanted now."
"That's why I picked Anna. Hot, educated, relaxed, colorful..." Bishop gazed sidelong at Vanessa again as he listed the last trait.
Anna. Anna... Which one was Anna? Hot, educated, relaxed...how did she not know which one she was? And colorful? Colorful stood out. It was a clear indication of what paperwork did to her brain that it took her so long to realize he'd said Candy's name was Anna. It was obvious when she put it together. "Pink and black isn't 'colorful' it's 'colored.'" She wondered if he had a fetish for oddly colored women. "Oh, hang on a second. You're keeping her?"
Bishop corrected, "Just black is colored. Pink is colorful. And I might, depends on how things go and what she has to say about it."
His reply about being colored was waved off with a dismissive gesture. "Don't fuck with my street cred here, Lucas. You break her heart and you'll ruin my referral business. Then my dreams of being a modern day Yente will be crushed and this will have to turn personal and I'd hate to have to test how big a caliber I need to shoot you with to get around that handy absorption you've got going on. By time I get that big just wounding you by shooting you in the ass is out of question. I'm pretty sure a rocket launcher would rip you in half either way and then little Lucas won't get any visitors and only you will be around to mourn his loss." She frowned on his behalf but the frown looked remarkably like it wanted to turn upward into a smile. Vanessa was pretty sure his mutation either wouldn't block a bullet or would fail to do so way before she hit a rocket launcher. She was clearly amused despite this.
"She gets a speech too, right? In all fairness, she should." Bishop smirked but responded blandly as he looked back to his computer.
"Hm..." A finger tapped against her chin while she considered that. "I don't know. I don't really like threatening to shoot women in the ass unless they are likely to shoot me. Especially when they have an ass as nice as Anna's. On the other hand...it's sort of a friend-slash-partner duty to watch your back here. Hm..." The coffee pot finally had enough coffee in it that Vanessa busied herself with pouring it while she considered the pros and cons of lecturing the stripper.
"Now you're in danger of being sexist, threatening the man and not the woman. Don't think she's capable of hurting me too?" Bishop was actually teasing, leaning back in his chair and watching her with a smug smirk.
"My local, stoic papa bear?" She grinned. Bishop really was the papa bear of X-Factor despite that Jean-Paul was older than him. "I have my doubts. But I suppose I need to account for still waters running deep, aye?"
"It's what they say." Bishop remarked without commitment as he returned to his work.
Vanessa shrugged. "I'll consider it but I make no promises. I fully believe you're much more a heart breaker than you let on."