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It ain't every day he brings a lady home... from a different world. But a long time ago Lara kind of expressed some interest in that and he maybe kind of asked her did she want to come for a visit, and they maybe sort of made this arrangement where he'd bring her home and in return, she'd... be herself, keep him company on a little whirlwind tour of Gaia.

Today's the day. Or to put it better, tonight's the night, and if she stands him up then what the fuck. He'll still have his couple days of vacation and a company helicopter at his disposal, and he's always got a Plan B at the ready. He's a friggin' Turk: of course he does.

Plan A's better, though. While he waits -- something he doesn't do real well -- he helps himself to a drink. Corel wine, nice and spiced, and he's surprised Bar's got it but he probably shouldn't be surprised. After all, she stocks his favorite Wutai Pale Ale not to mention Icicle Run. Lara, Lara: where the fuck are you?

It'd be nice if for once a lady didn't make a friggin' fool out of him. He'll see.

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Make a fool of him, no. Or at least not just now.

Keep him waiting a little bit, the better to make a dramatic entrance?

Oh yes.

There she is now, sauntering down the stairs with her jump-bag over her shoulder. She pauses a few steps above floor level and scans the room with her eyes; when she spots that shock of red hair, she smiles and heads in his direction.

Lara sure knows how to make one fuck of a dramatic entrance. Yeah, she'll do well on his planet. No matter where they end up there, she'll do okay for herself. She may be little, but she packs a punch as big and electric as a bolt of friggin' lightning, and that's one thing he really likes about her.

She's fun to mess around with, too. He doubts she ever sleeps the nights they do stay together, but that's her deal, not his. Fuck it, he can sleep anywhere, any time.

Except he doesn't foresee a whole lot of sleep on this little vacation. It might be he needs another one to recover from it after this one's done.

That glass of wine gets raised to her in salute; he gives her a little nod. "So. You ready?"

"Ready when you are," she says, smiling up at him.

And she is: ready to check out another of the worlds accessible through this place, and see if it might be one worth spending more time in.

"That's cool." After he downs that Corel wine, sets the glass down on the bar's surface, he rests an arm lightly around Lara. Not to friggin' claim her, just to friggin' escort her.

It's his place they're goin' to, after all. Just a quick walk across the bar and he pulls the door open: perfect. It's his own apartment, just like he left it.

All cleaned up and everything.