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"Can we just stay in tonight baby?" It wasn't like she didn't enjoy their nights out, especially since he never failed to find someplace suitably intense for their misadventures together, but even with her ... twelve? Fourteen? hour crash after multiple days nearly non stop in the studio side of the renovated warehouse that served as her haven from the chaos and pressures of the outside world, she was feeling more than a little worn down. And as happy as she was for his company, she'd really rather curl up and binge eat and let him pick a season of whatever he wanted to stream than try and handle being around people that weren't just him. "We can order whatever you want, just curl up and veg for a while?" Her expression wasn't quite a pout, and her tone wasn't quite pleading - but they were close.

"Cash, I know you're in there." His words are loud enough to be heard, without quite reaching yelling decibels, and it was probably easy enough by the low rumble and irritation in them that he was not happy about the situation at hand. "Open the fucking door, Cash, before I bust it in."

"To take her by force, now, would be... unnecessarily difficult. I need to get her away from her ..." An almost sneer. "Companions." Her lover, and his knights. "It will take someone who can be cunning, and vulnerable, who can play the victim for her to rescue, to give her the opportunity to play hero, someone that can wile their way into her trust. And her heart, and her bed, if need be." His hand draws up, playing with a strand of disheveled hair that framed her face.

She'd startled when she realized she wasn't alone on the patio any longer, a slight blush darting over her cheeks. How long had the other woman been standing there? Clearing her throat softly, she offered a genuine, if somewhat weary smile. It had been a very long few days, and she still was not sure how she was supposed to wrap her mind around this ... new reality that she'd been introduced to. She wasn't even sure what Desi was here to talk to his friends about, but, she hadn't wanted to be alone, and he hadn't seemed to want to leave her alone, so she'd tagged along, until Desi and ... Arthur, had disappeared into the upper floors of the house. She had retreated, with tea, to the first outdoor space that she could find. "Oh, I -- You're --" Brows furrowed as she tried to recall the names and faces. "Wren? Was it? A friend of -- " She hesitated. "Michelle?" She straightened in her seat, gesturing to the empty chair on the other side of the table. "Please, would you like a cup of tea? I made an entire service, I'm .. not sure why." Habit, probably.

"Oh -- it's --" Her hand fluttered up to catch the loose blonde curls that framed her face, self consciously tucking them back behind one ear before her fingers dropped back to curl around the coffee cup on the table in front of her. "Thank you," Mikkah added, trying to ignore the barest hint of pink on her cheeks at the compliment. "I don't usually bother trying to do anything with it when I'm on call, honestly, it tends to just end up stuck under a surgery cap before the day's out --" She was over sharing. Compensating for the fact that she might have taken the extra time that morning to curl her hair only after receiving Wren's text asking if she had time for a coffee before work. No, they weren't going to talk about that. It wasn't as if they even knew each other that well -- and it wasn't as if Wren was at all in a place that she would be looking for anything other than a friend. She was dealing with far too much. She knew all of that, logically. Logic didn't seem to mean much to the butterflies in her stomach.

" what i do or do not do with desi or even amos is not really any of your business but i'll keep the personality in mind before i jump in bed with someone. " there was not enough coffee in the world right then; not to remove the heat from his cheeks and not to remove the sudden paranoia that all his personal business was out there on display. " can i help you with something? "

Still, it seemed strange to be sitting at a bar, seltzer water and lime in hand, while music played, and people danced. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to a bar, to be honest. But it had seemed ... a neutral territory for Na-- Desi. There were still so many questions she wanted to ask him. So much she wanted to tell him. "Is ... Is Amos going to be joining us?" Two seltzer waters in, there was still a sense of awkwardness between them that she didn't know how to work past, and she found herself contemplating just how bad it would be, if she just let herself have a glass of wine. Two, max. She could handle just one.