A Strange Partnership

When your muses refuse to cooperate

Professional. She had to be professional! “Oh, I’m just fine,” she replied, after letting go of his hand after their handshake. “Just…it’s warm in here, no?” The blushing had plagued her since … well, forever, and it always happened around attractive people. Without fail. 

He chuckled a bit. "Alright," he crossed his arms, looking around the room. "Yes, I do suppose it's rather warm." Jason played along, and due to the fact that he was quite the handsome person. It had always been a trait of his that he accepted whole heartedly. "So, How are you?"

“Not-as-much-of-a-jerk-as-you-could-have-been?  That’s comforting.”

"We all start somewhere. Maybe one day you'll climb the ladder to half-as-jerky-as-you-could-be."

“Hey.  I’m Waverly Prentice.  That asshole is Bennington Smith.”

"Pleasure to meet you, Waverly Prentice, Asshole Bennington Smith."

“Oh, um. Excellent! You can leave them—um, right there, if you want. And it’s nice to meet you, Jason.” She held out her hand for him to shake, turning slightly pink. 

"Alright," he said, setting the boxes down next to him when she extended her hand. "The pleasure's all mine." He gave her hand a firm shake, noting that she was blushing slightly. He couldn't help but to grin a bit. "Feeling alright?"

“Agent Arianna Grace. I work in Internal Affairs and Press. It’s wonderful to meet you.”

"Oooh, Internal Affairs and Press. That must get crazy from time to time."

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