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Ah, the weekend. The kids still in bed, sleeping late, no need to rush into Panco to play secretary - best of all, no need to try to scrounge up breakfast for everyone so early. Which means that Dahlia is presently seated at the bar, eating a Bar-made breakfast quite contently. She supposes that this is just a little lazy on her part, especially when a bit more practice would probably improve her cooking quite a bit, but....it's the weekend.

Weekends were made for lazy, right?

Besides that, she's just poking idly at the water gun that Ms. Bar gave her back when she came in, today. She doesn't have a clue why she has it again - she could've sworn that her target got her out. All in all, she's rather botherable.

[tinytag: assassin!]

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"You have got a gun again," Riku observes. Yeah, seemingly appearing out of nowhere? He does that. You get used to it. "Playing around at home?"

Or maybe bar put her back in the game.

"Nope," Dahlia only blinks a little at the sudden appearance of Riku beside her. She takes a moment to finish off a sausage, before she looks up at him, explaining a little bit more.

"Bar just popped it up when my breakfast, when I came in. No idea what I'm s'posed to do with it, now."

"Maybe you have another target," Riku suggests. "Did she give you another envelope?"

"Nope, not 'less she hid it in the toast," The woman chuckles, picking up the water gun idly.

"Guess I could still shoot you," she adds jokingly.

Riku raises an eyebrow.

"It's possible," he says, "That you're supposed to."

"It is..." Dahlia notes thoughtfully, and, with a laugh, she picks the gun up, pointing it at Riku.

"Wouldn't make a lotta sense, but y'never know."

"We could ask," Riku says. He reaches behind him, to where his own gun is tucked in his back pocket, just in case. He's glad he wore civilian clothes today. "She's right there, after all."

"That'd work," she nods, turning to the bar and looking down at the wooden surface.

"Hey, Ms. Bar - what am I supposed to be doing with this thing?"

Dahlia holds up her water gun, and, a moment later, an envelope appears on the bar. She picks it out and pulls out a sheet of paper and a photo, holding both up to her face.

"Mm," she concludes, cryptically.

"Hmm," Riku says, and raised his hand, considering attempting to grab the paper right from her.

How rude is he willing to be for this game, hmm?

"Wish she would've just told me all this, when she gave me the gun," Dahlia laughs, shifting the papers a little - so that the photograph of the young man she's talk with is conveniently covered - and then offering them to Riku.

"Wanna see?"

"How about," Riku says, a grin forming at the corners of his mouth, "I trust whatever you tell me, and we take it from there?"

Far, far more interesting that way.

"Okay," The woman nods, managing not to lose her amused smile. There goes her plan to shoot him while he's looking at the papers. STill, while she may not be good with guns or dodging water sprays...bullshitting she's great at.

"New target - looks like I'm shooting some redhead, now."

"Yeah?" Riku inquires. "Why don't you tell me some about her?"

He uses 'her' specifically. No gender has been specified - but if Dahlia goes along with gender automatically, perhaps it's a lie. Just one way to tell. Heh.

But she's been a bullshitter longer than he's been alive, hasn't she?

"It's a guy - name's Finn Rich." Dahlia drawls simply, recognizing the potential trap and pulling a name out of the blue.

"He seems like a big guy, from the headshot - he's sorta middle-aged, and his hair's all thinning up top. He's got a lot of freckles, too...you sure you don't want to see? Maybe you've seen him around."

"Why don't I see?" Riku asks. "You'll have to turn the paper around, though." He won't lean over to peer. That'll put him in reaaaal range, won't it?

"Alright...here." Dahlia fumbles with the papers for a second, holding them so that their back is facing towards Riku.

She then adjusts it so that the picture of him is on top, shifting it to one hand - and reaching for her gun, trying to shoot him in the same instance that she shows him the photo of himself.

Hooray for instincts, it seems, as they kick in the moment she reaches for the gun. He hops back and to the side ~~no comments about bunny-like movements, we'll leave that to certain players' other characters~~, narrowly avoiding the stream of water.

He narrows his eyes, then laughs. "So," he says. "It is me, after all."

He pulls his pistol out.

"Damn...missed ya." Dahlia chuckles, tossing the papers quickly to the side, sending the packet and the picture fluttering to the floor haphazardly.

Then, as she sees Riku drawing his own water gun, she moves forward in a rush, firing at him twice more, well-aware that, if he gets his gun out and starts moving in earnest, she won't have much hope.

And --

She manages to hit him, right in the chest. He places his hand over his heart, a dramatic sort of move. "Oh," he says. "You killed me."

He grins.

Dahlia momentarily entertains herself with the self-amused drama, bringing her water gun up to her lips and blowing the tip of it off, before breaking into light laughter.

"Tough luck, kid.

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