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[the_man]

Fury is sitting at the bar, reading the screen he was offered. It caused a raised eyebrow or two at first, but he read it all the same.

"Thank you," he says to the bar, and carefully makes a selection.







Nothing visible happens.

The ball offers him a drink in a lowball glass, and he sits back and opens the book he brought with him.

(On the tab board, the name 'Mr. Fisher' appears.)


[OOC: I'm out for the night, and will hopefully pick up tags tomorrow.]

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[the_man]

"I liked you," Fury says easily. "You were professional, collected, and relatively at ease despite the situation. I don't see why that should change, even if you weren't yourself at the time."

[flip_the_lights]

Olivia smiles, quick but undeniably pleased. "Thank you."

Nick directing all his compliments toward her ability to do her job: even more appreciated than his concern.

A beat passes before she adds, already telegraphing her expectation that he won't give her a straight answer: "So if I asked what your own job usually involves..."

[the_man]

"You can ask," he offers, magnanimous.

He empties his drink.

"Or you can guess, and I'll tell you if you're getting warm."

[flip_the_lights]

Wow, comments the corner of her brain still full of Red's sardonic amusement, he must really like you.

She studies him, propping her chin in one hand after a moment's thought. "You debriefed me like the head of my department, the last time I was here," she said. "You had a pretty good idea of what I was talking about -- like you'd encountered it before outside of Milliways. So either you're really good at faking your way through a conversation..."

Not likely, says the undertone to those words.

"...or you're dealing with some of the same unexplained phenomena I am. Either in a military or law enforcement capacity."

[the_man]

"Getting warm," he says. "But I am pretty good at bullshitting."

[flip_the_lights]

Dryly amused: "Sometimes it comes with the work, huh."

[the_man]

"Every day, Agent Dunham," Fury says with an overly dramatic and long-suffering sigh. "Every damn day."

[flip_the_lights]

"Must be exhausting," she says, with the faintly teasing undertone of poor you. "Too bad it wouldn't be any easier if everybody knew the weird stuff."

Well. Slightly easier, maybe; at least the other Fringe team could openly talk about instabilities in reality.

[the_man]

"Yeah, no thank you. Most of the citizens of my world seem to be happier while blissfully ignorant."

He shrugs.

"If not, well. Plenty of the discontents end up working for me. I like to keep my eye on the troublemakers anyway." Get it? Eye?

[flip_the_lights]

Ha ha ha, Nick, you're hilarious.

"How many is 'plenty?'" she asks.

[the_man]

"That's classified," he informs her solemnly. "But if they try to break into my systems, investigate my agents, or show up repeatedly at active scenes..."

Well.

Fury carefully places his empty glass on a nearby coaster. "Speaking of which. I'd better get back."

[flip_the_lights]

Yeah. That would certainly do it.

Olivia tips her head into a nod. "All right," she says. "It was good seeing you again, Nick."

Especially now that she's much more herself.

[the_man]

"I'm sure it won't be the last time, Agent Dunham."

With that, he's gone.