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Right. Well, as long as you think so?

He would have answered but it seemed that the grumpy woman was feeling lucky tonight and that another pain in the ass, who had had more drinks that Nathan so far, had decided that he found her cute enough. If he seemed amused at first by the completely pathetic attitude of the drunk at first, Nathan never could stand someone who couldn’t take no as an answer and fuck off. 

Chelsea was annoyed on multiple accounts now, especially when the off-duty officer went over to the man, telling him off for her. If she'd been in a better mood, Chelsea might have found it amusing but with everything going wrong at work, this just felt like one other thing she apparently couldn't do "right" or for herself. And shit. That annoyed her. "Hey, I handle this." She set her drink down as the man jerked his shoulder from Nathan's grip, stumbling slightly into Chelsea, giving a laugh of amusement and not making a move to right himself.

"Awe. If that’s any consolation, I can dance other stuff than cha cha, but I don’t like dancing," he snorted , looking back at his friends back there with a sigh. "Liberated? I don’t know, my sister says I’m being selfish because I don’t want to ruin my career and sacrifice the very few amount of free time I have for a bunch of kids. Guess she’s not wrong about that." Anthony did not consider himself to be father material to be honest, and even if getting married one day didn’t make him feel like throwing up, he felt like now wouldn’t be a good time for that.

"Well, count yourself lucky that I don't like dancing much either." She hardly had time for frivolous things. No, Chelsea was definitely not the type of woman to go dancing if she could help it. She laughed at the mention of being called selfish for not wanting to ruin a career. "There's nothing selfish about wanting to preserve something that you've worked for. Like a job or time to relax." Chelsea herself didn't have any besides this very small window but after it would be back to work. She'd never considered children as a possibility and committing her life to someone else? Hell no. Anyone could ask her and she'd still say the same thing, she was married to her work. 

"it’s demonstrated that people read even unconsciously, once you learn, it’s something you can’t stop or unlearn." He stared at the woman, he could recall seeing her from somewhere, but right now he could not grasp it. "Maybe you’re right, laziness is the fashionable name for the disease… faking ignorance would be bolder and less embarrassing, though."

"Well, what do you say for trauma? Or brain injuries? I supposed you'd have to stop then? Or re-learn. Though, I guess you technically didn't stop but were force to." She shrugged, sipping at her drink before smiling slightly. "Or, perhaps, being intellectually lazy is a more apt phrase for both things."

Tolerable.

About the same. It's not exactly been fun around here lately.

For someone who is easily bored it would be a bad thing. Thankfully I have enough to busy myself with. 

I think that we all do after what's happened. It might actually be nice to be bored for once. 

Ah, New York → Open

It doesn't, does it? 

kn0wy0u:

It truly is. And I’ve tried flirting but I usually come here when men are behind the bar, not women. It’s strange how that works. I mean, I could hit on them, but I just don’t want to lead men on. ((He said with a chuckle, holding out his left hand in greeting.)) Ivan Malkovich, and what name graces your lips when you say it?

"Are you saying that you wouldn't mind leading a woman on?" She raised a brow, taking a sip of her beer before he held out his hand. At his words, she resisted the urge to laugh, accepting it with a smirk. "Smooth. Do you practice that in front of the mirror?"

I will pay the bartender extra to keep giving me the good stuff or I’ll leave and hit up a liquor store to buy my own top shelf scotch.

Oh, yes, right off the shelf is far better than anything here.

Around the Bend | Chelsea & Zach

Chelsea was doing her morning routine, needing to blow off some steam. These past few weeks had been hell, she and Max were now shouldering Florence's responsibilities as well their own. She had her music in, keeping a steady pace with it as she ran down the trail in Central Park she was partial to. She was still jogging when another figure caught up on her side and kept pace with her. Chelsea didn't usually pay any attention to other joggers but he was speaking to her. When she turned to see who it actually was, she couldn't help but give a slight laugh, taking out one of her earbuds. "Hey. Zach, right?" She recalled their meeting a few weeks before and how he apologetic he'd been then. Chelsea smirked only slightly and kept her pace up. "Well, you've been doing pretty decently. Surprisingly not as many people keep up as you've been."

What a party... // Chelsea & Ivan

Well, there's enough for now. And I doubt the rest of the guests will notice when they switch to the shitty stuff.

We couldn’t use the media no matter what was happening with Florence, being a secret government organization and all. But then again, I’m not paid to think.

Of course not but with everyone having an opinion on what she has or hasn't done, it doesn't make our job any easier, even if they associate her with Brava and not FMID, she's connected with the Spire and that's still closer than we'd like. But....you're right.

"Oh, shame. Here I was, getting excited that you were more than a mere numbers man." She smiled lightly, though, letting him know she was kidding and took a sip of her beer before he spoke. "Ah, so you're the only liberated one, right?" Chelsea couldn't imagine being married to anything but her work much less having a child.

Concierge • Ella & Chelsea

I don't know.

Ready err... not || Michael & Chelsea

Chelsea glanced up at the words of the man at the table next to hers. "Or because they're too lazy to even try," she commented, taking a sip of her coffee. It was a rare moment of peace for the agent, that much was certain.