Laszlo Teach

She had known it was a bad idea and she’d probably end up getting pissed off and listing off snarky comments to herself. And yet Violet had smiled and assured the head librarian that sure, they should have some quote boards to share their favorites. Now she bit the inside of her cheek as she watched a couple walk in, and sure enough, the dudebro went straight for the board. “Rather die than doubt. That sounds badass, right? Like some metal band or some dude 'bout to ride a monster truck.” Violet worked hard to restrain from any visible cringing… to her favor, the girl seemed to be kinda annoyed too. “That’s actually form Idylls of the King. By Tennyson. But nice try.” Violet murmured. “Anyway, we have a teen comics section that seems more up to your speed…” She gestured then threw a quick glance at the girl. “We also have a contemporary romance section.” Vi added before turning around and murmuring: “Maybe then you’ll see how much better you can do…” Suddenly she looked up and noticed there was another costumer listening. “Oh… I’m… Sorry?” She cleared her throat and plastered on a smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She added, trying to move past it and ignore her blush.

Laszlo had roamed the entirety of the library, or at least that's how his legs made him feel– like he had just run the world's most boring marathon in the history of humankind. He looked at the little piece of paper that had the Dewey Decimal System location of the book he was searching and held himself back from tearing it in half with his teeth. Opting to kick one of the columns on his way back to the entrance... which was a nicety, he would much rather kick the old man that handed him a map with no foreseeable destination; he finally approached the only other person that looked just as exasperated as him. Catching the end of that interaction, Laz directed an amused smile at her. "Murder. Is that a perk included with my library card?" He muttered out while showing her the piece of paper with the supposed spot of his Ethical Hacking bible, taking a look at the scene in front of them. "Either Dewey or that asshole can go first, I'm in no rush."

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” Viv replied with a little chuckle. But she let her eyes soften, her shoulders dropping down a little after the whole dramatic scene. It was lucky her friend had come along the moment he did, because she knew things could’ve escalated even more, she was so sick of these idiots. “Real mature. A winning retort right there.” She muttered, taking another drink of her coffee, the laughter coming through in her eyes. “I was… definitely not manifesting that.” She deadpanned. “But hey do your thing and I will have lunch with you. We gotta catch up on our Netflix shows.” She focused on her own computer for a second and fired off a couple of emails, once again grateful she wasn’t in the middle of an angry explosion anymore. Her eyes were squinted as she carefully assessed a contract she’d been asked to give a final check, and it took her a moment to drag them back to Lazlo. “Almost, let me just se…” She snapped her hand up, almost slapping his hand. “Don’t mess with my hair, doofus.” She sent the confirmation email and snapped her laptop shut. “Come on, lest go get lunch.”

"Joke's on you, I'm your personally assigned problem until my untimely death." Laszlo offered out in one single breath, finishing his own coffee before deciding to toss the cup into the trashcan that was furthest from Vivi's desk. Even if the thing hit bullseye, there was no denying the trail of the liquid that now stained the shirts of several of the men in the room. "Sure you weren't. Whatever lets you sleep at night." He could feel the burst of energy that was slowly coursing through his veins just thanks to their little back and forth. The problem he had to fix would have not taken longer than a couple of minutes but Laz had to make a conscious decision to not remove his eyes from the screen... failing miserably. His sight had a will of its own and it ended up focusing on Vivi's face more than it was absolutely necessary; how could a person look so captivating with a small frown and a frustrated smile? "All attachments sent?" He kicked himself mentally as he ignored the other calls for help from the other side of the room, hoping she hadn't taken notice of his eternally dumbfounded expression. "Try not to burn the fucking thing and I'll fix it after smashing your head in with it." Laszlo called out disinterestedly, opening the door and waiting on her. "You wanted to try out that new ramen place, didn't you? We can take my car, I've had enough of the subway for the rest of the year."

Viv felt the tension that had been building up in her whole body slowly start to release. She was almost smiling when she heard her friend's voice, but decided to keep her glare on for a bit longer as she gave the rest of the people in the office one last angry look. "Who said I was done with them?" She asked jokingly, finally turning to offer him a sideways grin and grabbing for her coffee. "I don't cheat, I carefully plan and execute and people tend to go along with my plans. Sometimes without noticing." She shrugged and took a sip. "Some would say I'm manifesting." The brunette added, waving her free hand dramatically. The next few seconds made her think it would be better to let him have his moment and she carelessly sat down on her hair, finally letting her hair tumble down from the messy but she'd hastily thrown it in when she was about to kill the spider. After some of the guys in the office had paled and groveled enough he nudged his foot with hers. "Done with the threats or are we still doing that?"

"The fact that that dude looks like he's about to shit his pants and I really doubt anyone can get the stain out of this really nice carpet." Laszlo listened to Viv and, after carefully pondering on the reasoning behind her well structured argument, he chose to stick his tongue out at her. That would show her who's right. "If you were manifesting for your sexy beast of a best friend to show up here and swoop you up for lunch, then you'll need to watch out for any houses falling out of the sky at any given moment." He replied nonchalantly, starting to work on the laptop that had been frozen since ten in the morning, apparently. Bunch of lazy fuckers. "Yeah. It's done. You're done." Laz shot the older guy a glare as he disconnected the device, turning around to focus on Viv. "Are you out yet? I'm bored." He smirked, playfully ruffling a hand through her hair and quickly getting the fuck out of the way before he received the retaliation.

Viv sighed, trying not to focus too much on the spider looming on the wall. This was the third time this month that she had to kill a bug in the office because everyone else on her floor was too scared to do it. "I'm going to start asking for bonuses that come off your paychecks if you keep making me do all the dirty work." She grumbled loudly, knowing it would sound like she wasn't talking about the spider... Which wasn't entirely untrue, she was also fed up with dealing with others' paperwork. "Seriously, Jenkins?" She added, looking at the middle aged man that was climbing onto his desk chair. She jumped a couple of times to hype herself up and finally killed the thing. "Alright, now tell me you're my... perras. And buy me a drink asap." The brunette said, finally turning back to face the office.

If something had to be said about his friend, is that she knew how to make a majestic scene. "Pay up, fellas. We all know she was way too merciful on that spider and you don't deserve the same sympathy." Laszlo swayed into the room, removing the sunglasses that were doing the most bullshit job at covering the obvious remain of a particularly hefty hangover. "M´lady, yours is Vanya's." He tipped his imaginary hat towards Vivi and smirked, leaving a cupholder with two sizable coffees on her desk– blatantly ignoring the one meant for Laylo. "I still believe you cheated your way into this coffee, though... shit, gimme one sec." Laszlo sighed deeply and closed his eyes for the intended dramatic effect, his fingers tapped on the external drive that was practically attached to his hip at that point, he then glared at the rest of the room. "Right. Which one of you motherfuckers completely ignored the Newsletter I sent about opening torrents at work? The one thing in common between your job and my patience is that we're both losing it."