xp_logs | Just be grateful these two aren't in the mood to cause trouble. (Reply)

Wednesday. In Istanbul. Dom's wearing a fedora, Sarah doesn't get it. They trade jabs, and Dom's sense of delicacy makes a rare appearance. Mostly fluff, with a tiny bit of angst because it's Sarah.

Domino adjusted her fedora, smiling at the sight of Amanda excitedly perusing the contents of one stall that appeared to sell nothing but silver jewelry. "So, no acquisitive instincts of your own?" she asked, sipping at the strong, bitter coffee and glancing at Sarah, who was seated across from her at the little table.

"I missed the whole 'yay shopping' lesson growing up," Sarah shrugged. But while she didn't seem all that enthused about their current 'adventure', she didn't look like she wasn't enjoying herself. It wasn't the mansion afterall. She grinned. "Besides, I might end up with a hat like yours, and I'd never be able to leave the basement again."

"Don't mock the hat," Domino said, mock-severely. "I'm getting into character." She grinned back at Sarah and then looked back in Amanda's direction, just to make sure she was still right there. "She seems to be relaxing a little."

"Uh-huh." She followed Dom's gaze, and smiled. "Yeah. Monday night, I had to help her polish off a bottle of vodka before she finally passed out. It's been a rough couple of weeks."

"Screw weeks," Domino said, sipping at her coffee. "Been a hellish few months for her - for a lot of you, obviously, but I'm surprised as hell that she hasn't snapped more permanently than she did." A fond smile flickered across her face as she watched Amanda. "Tougher than she looks. A lot tougher."

"It's only the trouble part that she advertises." Sarah grinned, stretching in her chair a bit. "It's only fair."

Domino looked back at Sarah thoughtfully, a very different smile playing on her lips. "So," she drawled. "Speaking of trouble. I hear you've been sparring with the old man."

Smirking, Sarah nodded. "If by sparring you mean 'letting Nate throw heavy furniture at me in the dark, and occasionally throw me across the fucking room', then yes. He says it's so I don't go off and get myself killed again, but I suspect he's enjoying it too much for just that."

"Using the TK on you? Well, that's hardly fair." Domino's lips twitched. "Then again, you're older than I was when he started working with me. You know," she said, slouching in her chair and adjusting the fedora again, "that was one of the conditions he set, before he let me come along on any of the Pack's jobs. I had to take him down once, when he was using his TK."

"Well, the rule beforehand was that if I got to use the bones, he got to use his TK. And who am I to argue with somebody who's offering to spar?" She paused, like she was trying to remember the details. "I landed a bone in his leg, though. So not a complete waste."

"He must be getting sloppy in his old age," Domino said quite deliberately, giving Sarah a too-cheery smile.

"Sound familiar Dom?" Sarah returned the smile, twice as sweetly.

"I don't get sloppy, dear. I push my luck. Very different thing." Domino tossed back the rest of her coffee, grimacing happily. "Ahh. I love Turkey. I could happily live in Istanbul year-round. Once we're done the job, we'll have to take you girls out and show you some of the night life."

"I knew there was a reason I brought the leather halter. Dancing and drinking... the only thing missing would be my pretty half. Who I might add is currently heartbroken that I missed his birthday." mmm. Guilt trip.

"Yes, well, you didn't think to tell me that before I dragged you off to the airport, did you?" Domino scolded her.

"It may have crossed my mind if I'd gotten longer than fifteen minutes to pack." She looked around quickly, and satisfied that nobody important was watching, stuck her tongue out. So there.

Domino stuck her tongue out right back at her. "Ah, well," she said, a wicked gleam in her violet eyes. "I'll just have to make it up to him."

"You've got until Monday. After that, you'll have to visit him in Japan." And -that- she didn't sound very pleased about.

"In Japan?" Domino raised an eyebrow, but her rarely-utilized sense of delicacy kicked in. "Ahh," she said more softly.

"Yeah. He sprung the trip on me Monday, and then when I emailed him last night he said he's leaving Monday." She shrugged, and leaned forward onto the table, chin resting in her palm. "So. Monday it is."

Domino tilted her head, looking at Sarah thoughtfully. "Not my place, obviously, to comment one way or the other," she said more quietly. "You going to be okay?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?" She ran a hand through her hair. "It's only Japan."

"True enough," Domino said lightly, deciding she wouldn't push. She didn't know Sarah all that well, after all, and they were supposed to be relaxing this week. Plus, she just had no business sticking her nose in anyway.

Sarah stared off into the distance for a minute, finally, she sighed and forced a smirk. "So. About that stupid hat of yours."

"What about my thoroughly dashing hat?" Domino asked with an innocent smile.

"Dashing? I think you've been misinformed." She stopped for a beat, and finally grinned. "It makes you look old."

"Bitch," Domino accused cheerfully, tilting the fedora at a jaunty angle. "I told you, I'm getting into character. Indiana Jones."

"Of course I am." At the pop culture reference, Sarah's expression turned blank. "Who?"

Domino gave her a deadpan look. "You've never seen... oh, of course you haven't. Look, I'll send you the movies. Much fun. Watch them with Artie and Miles. They'd get a kick out of them too."

She shrugged. "Oh. Right. Until then, your hat's still stupid."