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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[boutant]

[ Part of her is tempted to ask if he was actually watching porn, but the rest of her decides she doesn't want to know. ]

I hear those are helpful. [ Ducking down to pick up Pancake now before he keeps running into her ankle. Eames can answer. ]

[signatures]

Come inside first.

[ He leads Ariadne by the shoulders so they stop blocking the doorway. He lets Orange smoke inside because at least it's only an occasional thing, and it's something he can air out later on. They've more important matters to tend to, anyway. Once the door is shut and locked behind the three of them, he continues. ]

You remember when I told you what I did for a living, yeah?

[orangetoughguy]

What's up, street mutt?

[That said in greeting to Pancake with a slight puff of smoke, heh heh.]

Yeah?

[He nods, inside and 'secure' so it seems. It's almost like a set up for a bachelor party kidnapping.]

[boutant]

[ Luckily Ariadne's arms are full of corgi, or else she'd swat at Eames for moving her around. Still, at least Orange is inside now, even if the puff of smoke in Pancake's direction makes the fat little dog sneeze. ]

You told him?

[ That would've been nice to know. It's not like she doesn't trust Orange, though, so she doesn't sound too upset. Just surprised, and she's bending down to set Pancake on the floor a moment later. Unsurprisingly, he goes to sniff at Orange's shoes. ]

[signatures]

That day with the candy hearts, [ Eames mentions to Ariadne casually - that's how it'd come up on Orange's end, anyway, and Eames hadn't bothered to continue denying it.

He addresses Orange next, though. ] Do you want to try it out? Ariadne and I thought we'd offer you the chance.

[orangetoughguy]

[Hah hah, that dog. Freddy grabs the nearest cleanish looking thing to use as an ashtray. Then he has to look from Ariadne to Eames and back to Ariadne then back to Eames.]

........What's the catch?

[boutant]

Oh. [ That makes sense; curses reveal more than they want, sometimes. Besides, she'd told George bits and pieces when she saw Fischer arrive. ]

Eames put me on stage in fishnets last time. [ That's about all she's got for catches. ]

[signatures]

You enjoyed it, [ Eames protests this very much, by the way. But back to the point- ]

You may not remember it, when you wake back up - though it depends whether or not you're the sort to typically remember your dreams in the first place.

[orangetoughguy]

[HANDS UP IN DEFENSE.]

Whoa whoa whoa hey. You are not putting me in drag. I don't doubt what you do [He directs part of this emphasis directly at Eames.] you don't need me to play the part, I believe you.

[After a beat.] Not that there's anything wrong with drag.

[boutant]

If he puts you in drag, I can fix it.

[ Shrug. ]

We played life-sized Super Smash Brothers last time.

[signatures]

I'm not going to put anyone in drag. [ Let's just get one thing straight. If Eames decides to pull on one of his ladies, well, that's just another thing entirely. But not for Orange's first experience - don't want his projections closing in on them before they even spend a minute. Best if they make either Ariadne or himself the subject, then. ]

We might not be able to have too much freedom, [ He quips to Ariadne, gesturing to Orange. ] But we can see what he gets up to.

[orangetoughguy]

You played what? [It's missing the Mario part otherwise he'd get it. Orange shakes his head.] Are you sure about this? It's safe?

[Heeeeeey don't talk about Freddy in the third person!! He gives Eames a flat expression. Fff.]

[boutant]

Mario. [ She never can remember what was out in 1992 and what wasn't.

There's a nod back at Eames, her expression thoughtful. ] You have better control than I do. It might be better if you're the subject. [ He was the subject last time, but still. She's going to let him cover the safety concerns as well, since... well, he's been doing it longer. ]

[signatures]

[ Eames shakes his head, moving toward the living room so he can sit down. The PASIV device is sitting, closed in its silver briefcase, innocently enough on the coffee table. ]

It's safe. [ There's no sedatives in this concoction - besides, Eames was one of the persons involved with the initial testing purposes. What they deal with now is completely smooth with little side-effects compared to how things used to be. ] No one would utilise the technology if it wasn't safe.

[orangetoughguy]

Okay...what's it for anyway?

[He knows why some of them go into dreams, what Orange means is why do they want to try it on him? It's not that he doesn't trust Eames and Ariadne, it's that if he were in their shoes this would be the start of one long joke that's going to end in a hilarious embarrassing and savory punchline.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne follows, settling on the floor instead of the couch or a chair, one arm resting on the coffee table before her head settles on top. Pancake flops down next to her, head on her knee. ]

You've never felt like showing off? [ The arm that's not being used as a pillow scratches Pancake behind the ears, other fingers lightly drumming on the table. ]

[signatures]

It's only an invitation to see what you'll get up to in 2010, [ Eames adds with a mild tip of his head. ] But if you'd rather not, I understand.

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh. Oh. Well now it sounds like a challenge. Orange quirks a brow at that, detecting a tone of well if you can't handle it which very well might be in his own mind. Either way the 'damage' is done.]

I can do it.

[boutant]

[ Hee. There's no hiding the look of glee that spreads across her face, and she quickly sits up again. ]

Then let's do it.

[signatures]

Excellent.

[ Though wait- ]

How do you feel about needles, Orange?

[orangetoughguy]

A shot's no big deal. Why?

[Gumshoe work at its finest right here. It just doesn't occur to him that this requires an IV of some sort.]

[boutant]

It's not a shot.

[ Her tapping fingers still and point toward the PASIV case. ] More like an IV, so we're all hooked up.

[signatures]

[ Eames turns the briefcase toward him, unlocking it and flipping open the top to reveal it. He uncoils one of the canula lines from the drawback, pressing on the very tip of it to reveal the thin needle. ]

[orangetoughguy]

........ [Don't pussy out now, Newendyke. They're your friends, they wouldn't do anything that could seriously harm you. Right?] Is it gonna leave anything behind?

[Who knows what they do in the future, what if the vein they poke turns neon green for a few hours. Cool in theory, terrible for a cop. Oh and also:] Is the mutt coming along?

[boutant]

You might have a little mark but it'll fade unless you do it regularly. Just like if you went to give blood.

[ ... Wait did he just ask-- Hold on, she's giggling. ]