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[txt] Leon.. I need to ask you something.

It had been planned out since the two had been stuck in the middle of no where dealing with the less than savory types.  Tempy had sworn he'd owe her hoagies, but ultimately it came back to her apartment, with some snacks, a stack of bad B horror flicks and booze ranging from lighter beers, Irish stouts, and of course whiskey and whatever Leon might prefer.

Tempy was making sure everything was in order in the small apartment.  Two bedroom, one of which was dedicated to her work for the government.  Completely packed full of computer equipment, with a few wires trailing out duct taped across the floor to prevent a tripping hazard, leading to the large, flat screen T.V. she had set up in her living room.  It was clear she was a bit of a technology lover.  An old, projection screen was placed in front of the TV, rolled up and out of the way, with a projector bolted into the ceiling slightly behind, but somewhat above the couch itself.  A simple, long coffee table separates the couch from the TV with a bottle of whiskey, and two shot glasses.  The beer was in the fridge as drinking it cold is the traditional American way, with a couple chilled mugs for Bomb Shots.

The dining room table would have the assorted foods for the evening.  Nothing massive considering it was just the two of them, but enough that they could snack and be easily satisfied with the variety.  It was mostly junk food, though, with the hoagies and cut vegetables being the only real exception.

Glancing out the window, she took note of the evening sky.  The fading sun was always a beautiful thing to watch from her balcony and she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace for it.  She flips her phone open when she hears that distinctive sound, dialing in a code to let Leon in the front door of the apartment building.

He had never been here before, and truthfully she was feeling a little anxious.  What if he didn't like her place?  Someone's home speaks volumes of who they are.  And while her's was a little cluttered, it was organized, and everything was placed in a particular order.  It did adopt a bit of feng shui but it also had that modern air about it.  Middle class, nothing fancy, not huge or super tiny.

At the knock, she turns and bites her lower lip a little before opening the door, "Hey Leo-" Freezing, Tempy's hands slowly rise as she steps back.  A silenced pistol shoved in her face, forcing her to oblige whatever the masked man had intended.

"You uh... got some beef we need to sort?  I'm sorta.. expecting a nice evening tonight, if you don't mind."

"Shut up." the man says sharply.

"Listen.. Whatever it is, could you just.. come back tomorrow night?"

"I said shut up!"

Another knock interrupted the pair.

"Come in!" Tempy yells.  Of course this causes the man to panic, jumping around behind the woman to press the barrel against her head.

"Please.." she remarks annoyed, "Some amateur robber is going to get his ass handed to him in 5 seconds.. and counting.. You're ruining my night.  Do you think I went through all this shit to have some pip squeak shove a gun in my face?  You have two seconds to--"

∞ - How did you get into Tumblr?

It was around four years ago I think? A friend of mine had a tumblr and he told me to get one a few times but I was like “eh” because blogging? Yeah, wasn’t interested in it. But then I got interested in a show, googled it, first thing that popped up at a tumblr blog someone had of it. Checked it out, spent a few weeks visiting it anonymously before I decided, hey. If I’m going to waste all my time doing this, might as well make one for myself, right?

 It was a bit of a flop at first. Barely spent any time on my blog, did fuck all, followed only the friend from before. But after a few months I really got into it and I was like, hey, you know this is kind of cool I like it.