Log: Kevin and Laurie
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“Drachma for your thoughts?”
Laurie had been headed out to her night shift at the emergency department. Residents, even those in their final year always got the graveyard shifts. She just hoped there wasn’t any gunshot wounds tonight. A feeble hope, but she never quite stopped. What she’d found had been a spy smoking on the porch. Never let it be said that Laurie let an opportunity to snoop go by.
"It's been sixteen years since the drachma was legitimate currency. So, really, you're suggesting that my thoughts are worthless in this day and age. Harsh." He took a long drag of his cigarette, expression entirely impassive. "I'm kidding. Mostly I'm being wistful for the days I could smoke in my room."
“I have a way about me, it’s true. Although, I also could have gone for the Rupee, I suppose.”
Laurie lent against the door leading back into the kitchen, and pondered the vagaries of public health policy.
“Think of all the money you save on room deodorizer.” She opinioned with a teasing edge. “Also, a decided lack of tacky ashtrays is always a help with the ladies.”
"That statement makes me relatively certain you've never been a smoker or tried to ever pick up a woman." He replied dryly. "It used to be nice to put your feet up and enjoy a cigarette or two reading the paper, instead of huddling out here in the cold."
Laurie smiled but considering she had indeed never done either of those things, he wasn’t wrong.
“Does being a woman count? I’m surprised you don’t use a pipe, to be honest. You seem the old fashioned sort.””
"I'm old, not old fashioned. There's a difference. Pipes are messy, fiddly, and inconvenient. Cigarettes are easy and delicious. It's not a hard choice." He flicked his butt past her into the bowl of sand on the porch and when she turned back, it was her own face looking at her. "And with my powers, being a woman is hardly undiscovered territory." His voice was an exact copy of hers.
Laurie raised both eyebrows, as if she was presented with someone who looked exactly like her every day. You didn’t grow up at the mansion without being able to fake calm, and considering her history, Laurie was very, very good at faking calm.
“If I needed to ask what your morality was, that answers that. Has nobody ever told you using your powers on people without permission is rude?””
"It's less of a concern when my job is using my powers without permission all the time." He shook his head, resuming his normal shape. "To be technical, I don't actually use my powers on people. It is entirely self-contained."
“I would think stealing someone’s face might be considered something you should ask about first.”
Laurie’s reply was polite but firm, unwilling to budge on this particular point.
"In polite society, perhaps. But I'm hardly polite society."
“Ah. Not a gentleman then?”
"I'm a spy. I used to overthrow governments in order to make it safer for American companies to operate. Sorry Snow White, but a gentleman I have never been."
Laurie's response took some time, and she lent back against the porch railing as a smile briefly chased the unapproachable cool of her disapproval from her face.
“Snow White? Most men go for Daisy, or on occasion, Olive if you’re John.”
"I'm neither of them. So who calls you that?"
“John Allerdyce, he’s bumming around here somewhere. Daisy was someone I lost, an old boyfriend. Why Snow White?”
"I hate to say it but just a joke." Kevin said. "What do you need”
“Not a lot.” Laurie replied, looking up as soft flakes started to descend. “I’m on my way out, to be honest.”
"Maybe that’s the best idea."
Laurie’s sigh was soft and she held out her hand to the older man, a peace offering of sorts.
"I feel like maybe this is the point where Kyle calls me a robot and wonders why we’re friends. I’m not always good at random conversation. Can we start again?"
"Maybe if you want to not judge me from the start? I'll make it easy. I'm a shitbag human being who has been running covert ops since before your grandparents where children. I don't care what you think and I'm tired of being judged by children. So how about this? You piss off to whatever self-righteous job you think matters, and I'll forget about you five minutes after you leave. Sound fair?"
Laurie glanced down at the various layers she had on over her scrubs and shrugged. She hadn’t exactly made her profession obvious, she supposed.
“It seems we really did get off on the wrong foot just then. Nothing I said was a judgement, although as a Doctor I wouldn’t suggest anyone take up smoking as a hobby, healing factor or not. It’s a conceit of my ‘self-righteous job’ that only I think matters, I suppose. Good night, Kevin. I hope the five minutes it takes you to forget me are at least pleasant ones.”
"I'm still stuck smoking out here, so I guess you win."
“I almost always do.”
Laurie stepped off the porch onto the freshly salted path, leaving Kevin behind to finish his smoke in peace.
“Drachma for your thoughts?”
Laurie had been headed out to her night shift at the emergency department. Residents, even those in their final year always got the graveyard shifts. She just hoped there wasn’t any gunshot wounds tonight. A feeble hope, but she never quite stopped. What she’d found had been a spy smoking on the porch. Never let it be said that Laurie let an opportunity to snoop go by.
"It's been sixteen years since the drachma was legitimate currency. So, really, you're suggesting that my thoughts are worthless in this day and age. Harsh." He took a long drag of his cigarette, expression entirely impassive. "I'm kidding. Mostly I'm being wistful for the days I could smoke in my room."
“I have a way about me, it’s true. Although, I also could have gone for the Rupee, I suppose.”
Laurie lent against the door leading back into the kitchen, and pondered the vagaries of public health policy.
“Think of all the money you save on room deodorizer.” She opinioned with a teasing edge. “Also, a decided lack of tacky ashtrays is always a help with the ladies.”
"That statement makes me relatively certain you've never been a smoker or tried to ever pick up a woman." He replied dryly. "It used to be nice to put your feet up and enjoy a cigarette or two reading the paper, instead of huddling out here in the cold."
Laurie smiled but considering she had indeed never done either of those things, he wasn’t wrong.
“Does being a woman count? I’m surprised you don’t use a pipe, to be honest. You seem the old fashioned sort.””
"I'm old, not old fashioned. There's a difference. Pipes are messy, fiddly, and inconvenient. Cigarettes are easy and delicious. It's not a hard choice." He flicked his butt past her into the bowl of sand on the porch and when she turned back, it was her own face looking at her. "And with my powers, being a woman is hardly undiscovered territory." His voice was an exact copy of hers.
Laurie raised both eyebrows, as if she was presented with someone who looked exactly like her every day. You didn’t grow up at the mansion without being able to fake calm, and considering her history, Laurie was very, very good at faking calm.
“If I needed to ask what your morality was, that answers that. Has nobody ever told you using your powers on people without permission is rude?””
"It's less of a concern when my job is using my powers without permission all the time." He shook his head, resuming his normal shape. "To be technical, I don't actually use my powers on people. It is entirely self-contained."
“I would think stealing someone’s face might be considered something you should ask about first.”
Laurie’s reply was polite but firm, unwilling to budge on this particular point.
"In polite society, perhaps. But I'm hardly polite society."
“Ah. Not a gentleman then?”
"I'm a spy. I used to overthrow governments in order to make it safer for American companies to operate. Sorry Snow White, but a gentleman I have never been."
Laurie's response took some time, and she lent back against the porch railing as a smile briefly chased the unapproachable cool of her disapproval from her face.
“Snow White? Most men go for Daisy, or on occasion, Olive if you’re John.”
"I'm neither of them. So who calls you that?"
“John Allerdyce, he’s bumming around here somewhere. Daisy was someone I lost, an old boyfriend. Why Snow White?”
"I hate to say it but just a joke." Kevin said. "What do you need”
“Not a lot.” Laurie replied, looking up as soft flakes started to descend. “I’m on my way out, to be honest.”
"Maybe that’s the best idea."
Laurie’s sigh was soft and she held out her hand to the older man, a peace offering of sorts.
"I feel like maybe this is the point where Kyle calls me a robot and wonders why we’re friends. I’m not always good at random conversation. Can we start again?"
"Maybe if you want to not judge me from the start? I'll make it easy. I'm a shitbag human being who has been running covert ops since before your grandparents where children. I don't care what you think and I'm tired of being judged by children. So how about this? You piss off to whatever self-righteous job you think matters, and I'll forget about you five minutes after you leave. Sound fair?"
Laurie glanced down at the various layers she had on over her scrubs and shrugged. She hadn’t exactly made her profession obvious, she supposed.
“It seems we really did get off on the wrong foot just then. Nothing I said was a judgement, although as a Doctor I wouldn’t suggest anyone take up smoking as a hobby, healing factor or not. It’s a conceit of my ‘self-righteous job’ that only I think matters, I suppose. Good night, Kevin. I hope the five minutes it takes you to forget me are at least pleasant ones.”
"I'm still stuck smoking out here, so I guess you win."
“I almost always do.”
Laurie stepped off the porch onto the freshly salted path, leaving Kevin behind to finish his smoke in peace.
