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[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

It may not be quite the same surprise as before, but Emerson's entrance into the bar this time is still something of a nasty shock.

On the other hand, he had been craving a snack after lunch, and this doesn't require him to leave his office.

After briefly weighing his options, Emerson walks over to the bar, and orders a glass of ice cream. Instead, a strawberry-kiwi smoothie appears.

"Not what I ordered," he protests. The smoothie remains.

Emerson lifts the straw in the glass, testing the smoothie's consistency. While his craving had been for ice cream, he also did not wish to repeat the "Pooh" incident. He takes a small sip.

"Not bad," he concedes.

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Can't go wrong with the food here," says the friendly cyborg carrying a huge bowl of popcorn towards a TV in the back of the room. "Though I have no idea what that is."

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"I'm not, either," he answers, after another sip. "Some kind of berry-fruit-whatever..."

With a glance at the popcorn, "You going to a movie?"

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"I'm running scary films this weekend for Halloween. What's Halloween without something scary." He somehow points at the big TV while still holding the bowl o' popcorn big enough to swim in.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"Least it's just in movies," Emerson grumbles, with glance toward the TV.

His Halloween already happened - and 'scary' was on the menu, though he didn't care too much for it.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"That's what makes it fun. It can't hurt you." He faced Trigon. He knows what scary can be.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

Emerson raises one eyebrow.

"Could give you a heart attack."

It's not until he looks at the kid again that he really realizes he can actually say, "Don't know how that'd work for you."

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"I have a heart in here. So I guess I could get one. But I take care of myself, and I'm young." Assuming that eating junk food is a way to take care of yourself.

"You always think about heart attacks and not fun things?"

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[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"I'm a private investigator."

Apparently, this is a long way of saying, 'yes.'

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Never met a real PI. A lot of cops and Feds and guys with big guns who arrest bad guys. But never a PI." Though he's a bit disappointed. He thought being a PI would be fun.

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[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

Emerson was more or less born to it, and keeps up the work because he's good at it. Not to mention that yarn, art supplies, and slices of pie don't pay for themselves.

"Mine's the one that pays better."

Sometimes. And Emerson never had the temperment for a cop.

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Cool. Never thought about that." Lord knows who pays for the Titans' food and Tower. "You carry a gun and solve mysteries?"

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[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"That's the idea."

With a slightly appraising look, "I'm guessing you might do something similar."

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Similar. Only we don't really get paid. And we never seem to handle what you could call mysteries." Which is good, since only Robin is a decent detective. "But we do stop the bad guys."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive slides smoothly into the seat next to him and props her elbows on the bar.

"Hey, there. Looks like the whole gang's in town, huh?"

(Things are surprising her less and less, around here.)

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"Just like being in the Pie Hole," Emerson agrees, grumpily.

"'Cept I can choose when to go there."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"How''d'ja get here, then?" she asks, amiably, and orders a sparkly water.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"I meant to be in my office."

And as the door is still there waiting for him, he could have left easily enough.

"But I was hungry."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Happens to the best of us," she says, with a quiet smirk.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

Emerson raises his eyebrows.

"And how long have you known about - whatever the is?"

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

'Oh... a few months."

She takes a sip of her drink.

"Haven't been in here too much. But I've seen Chuck and... Ned."

She's still working on not sounding wistful when she combines those particular letters.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh."

He takes another sip from his smoothie. "Pie Girl already let me in on the rest of you."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Well, she's not one for keepin' quiet, is she."

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

Emerson snorts.

"I'm a little more surprised at you keepin' quiet."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"About what?"

She struggles to look innocent.

[cod-pi.livejournal.com]

"How 'bout about this place?" he suggests.