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Barry, in costume, comes to say hi. He's smiling, though not unduly so.

"Hi. No, plese tell me you aren't wearing that nail polish because..."

She glares half-heartedly. "I'm sure there's Irish back somewhere in my family's heritage. Besides, aren't you the one with the green bagel?"

She smiles a bit. "How are you this morning?"

"The bar gave it to me. And it's not very good.

"I'm fine. And I have an Irish grandmother, though it never played a role in my youth. Besides, aren't we both honorary Irish since we work with the police?

He notices the bags.

"Are those what I think they are?"

She snickers. "It didn't look particularly good. And yes, we are. In some form at least."

"Yep." Gesturing to the garment bag. "There's your tux and in these two bags are your shoes and other accessories." If he makes a fuss about price, she might have to clobber him with the bagel.

He unzips the garment bag and then studies the other bags.

"Cologne? That's...different. Not really my thing. But thanks.

"Thanks for everything. The tux is great. Shall I try it on?"

She shrugs. "Didn't know if you wore it or not. You certainly don't have to. And yeah--if it doesn't fit or needs adjustments, I can take it back."

He wonders about the cologne. Some hidden meaning to it? Or he just being unduly nervous?

He takes the garment bag and the shoes, and then does what he does best. In about six seocnds, he's gone to his room, changed clothes, and returned. As a longtime wearer of outdated bowties, he he gets the tie perfectly right.

"What do you think?"

She purses her lips, studying him seriously. She looks back up with a grin. "I think it's a good fit. Do you have enough room in the shoulders and sides?"

"Yes, I think I do. Luckily, I seem to be one of those people that can buy off the rack." He notices that she doesn't even bat an eyelash at his speed. For some reason, he likes that.

"Thanks, for all this. What did I ever do that you are teating me so nicely, Sara?"

She laughs. "You're treating me like a normal person and you appear to have no ulterior motives. You wouldn't believe how rare that is becoming."

"That's really sad to hear. I just treat you like a person. Like a friend. And I think most people here will treat you the same way.

"Besides, I'm a hero. I wouldn't know what an ulterior motive is."

She shrugs slightly. "Absolute power corrupts absolutely. There was a time when it was different but..people change. And I've accepted that. It doesn't mean I'll pander to them."

She raises an eyebrow. "Riiight." Her tone is dry.

"You, Sara Sidle, are a cynic. Which makes perfect sense since you are also a cop. And don't tell me you aren't really one, because I know of what I speak.

"But I'm telling the truth. I dedicated my life to the good fight. In costume. And out. And I believe in things like truth and justice. Corny, maybe, but it's what I did. What I do."

"All right, I'm a cop in everything but title and authority to take people into custody. Really pissed Brass--the cop I work with the most--off when I noticed a suspect in a bathroom before he did."

"Sorry." She ducks her head a bit. "I have become cynical when I hear things like that. Most who say such never live up to it." She smiles again. "But you apparently do."

He blushes a little. But smiles too.

"I tried. I like to think I succeeded. But even if I came up short, I never stopeed trying, even when I wanted to.

"And I must sound like a commercial for public service or something. Sorry."

"You're a damned sight more entertaining than PBS," she quips. "And sometimes all one can do is try."

ooc: Sorry-I have to leave for a couple of hours. Slowtime for me.

He smiles again. He feels good. He's still not sure he should, but he does.

"Let me get out of this thing. Be right back." And sure enough, he is, and back in costume.

[ooc: is okay. In theory, I should be working.]

ooc: I'm back

Sara tilts her head. "Do you just prefer wearing your costume?"

"Sometimes. When I got here, I wore it most of the time. I wasn't comfortable yet, and didn't know if this wasn't all some kind of elaborate trap. Really. I may not be cynical but I can be paranoid sometimes.

"As I got to know people and the place, and made friends, I relaxed a lot. But this costume is part of me. And there are also other speedsters here, like my grandson, and it's sometimes easier to talk to them in costume.

"But more other than not these days, I dress in civvies."

She smiles gently. "I can see that it would be easier, sometimes." Thinking of the convention of 'furries' they had dealt with a few months earlier. It would be easier in anonymity at times. People who couldn't bear to let themselves be seen, who believed they would only be loved with their fur on.

She minutely shrugs. "I sometimes wear a jumpsuit, or hospital scrubs, depending on the circumstances. Clothes make the CSI at times."

"I always wore the same things to the office. A sports jacket, slacks, and a bowtie. Really. I guess it was s costume as much as anything else. It said 'man at work - don't disturb' as much as the lab coat."

She snorts at that. "Once Catherine and I were called to a student house to process a decomp. The guy had died just as he was getting into his tub, hot water on full. Completely bloated up. We ended up having to shuck everything but the essentials in order to work that scene. It was like a sauna in there."

"I got used to the conditions, I guess. Especially once I got my powers.

"But I can see how you'd want to do things differently. Like I've said, both I and my office were old-fashioned. Certainly never as hip as Las Vegas.

"Do they still say hip in 2005?"

"Well, we weren't going to haul him down from the second floor! Guy was over 400 pounds! We ended up calling in a crane and making the cops do it."

She laughs. "Sometimes, though you get strange looks from the local kids. I sometimes go into teen chat rooms to brush up on current lingo."

"Yipes. Wouldn't the coroner's office have a crane or something for that?

"I got strange looks when I was a teen and listened to jazz instead of rock. So I think I will keep using hip.

"And if there are any new slang words, let me know. My grandson is from about your time and I have enough trouble communicating with him as it is."

"Not necessarily on hand. And we hadn't been told the circumstances until we arrived on scene and first viewed the body." The memory causes Sara to make a face. But he still hadn't been as bad as Liquid Man.

"Mmmm. I stayed home from prom to work on physics problems. I wasn't very normal in school."

"I'll have to bring you a dictionary. But the basics are:
cool = good, awesome, good
sweet = cool
tight = sweet
bling bling = expensive i.e. jewelry or a vehicle
word = agreement.

"Confused so far?" she grins again.

"Very. How can there be a slang word for 'cool' when cool is a slang word?

"Kids." He grins broadly.

"You didn't go to your prom? Sara, even I went. OK, I didn't have a date, but that's not the point. That's unAmerican!" He's not serious, though.

She raises an eyebrow. "I hate dresses with a passion. I hate dressing up. I'm severely uncoordinated unless I'm doing ballet. And there wasn't a single guy at my school in possession of two functioning brain cells."

Jokingly, "Where were you when I needed a date?" She isn't very serious, just teasing.

He nods. He knows the feeling when it comes to brain cells.

"Probably in college, or out in the real world, working.

"I could try to travel back in time and ask you. But I'd be too old, wouldn't I?" He grins but there is something just a tiny bit serious.

"Well, now we're old enough to go the party with or without dates, and to dress up, and to not care what anyone thinks."

Please tell me this isn't another guy who has a hang-up about age. It'd be my friggin' luck though.

"I doubt Death would look kindly on you creating a paradox," she says lightly.

"I'm old enough to enjoy myself regardless of the circumstances," she agrees. "Besides, I doubt Mikey'll allow anyone to be morose at one of his gatherings."

"No, I don't think She will. But I'm friendly with her boyfriend, so maybe he can put in a good word.

"No one will be morose. I think that's for certain, Sara.

"But alas, I need to go now. See who else is eating green bagels, at least.

"If I don't see you before then, I will see you at the party. I'll be the one in the tuxedo."

[ooc: time to go home. take care.]

She grins. "Bye."

ooc: Later!

~~*Bother!Bother!Bother!Bother!Bother!*~~

*Not'cat onyer foot.*

She glances down. Her annoyance with him isn't as vivid when he's in cat form.

Damn that adorable cat form. She begins scritching his ears.

*No one can say no to a kitty. No one female, at least. Yrael keeps his smugness down to barely palpable levels, trying and failing to hide it behind his loud rumble of a purr.*

"Don't rub in it," she mutters, resisting the urge to pull on his tail.

*smugly, still* I am not rubbing it in. You are the one doing the rubbing. Well, scritching. But that is a mere technicality.

"You want another shotglass upside the head?" she asks dryly.

*His tone matches her dryness.* Should we try out my aim with shotglasses?

"Touche." She grins.

*dryly* Scritch. You do it so well, too.

"Most people are more inclined to do so when it is a request, not an order," she retorts, removing her hands.

*he appears surprised* Oh? How often in your life has a cat merely nudged your hand, demanding to be petted? How often have you given in? And they never even say thank you afterwards.

"For a regular cat, that is excusable. However, you are capable of speech. Doesn't count for you." She's mostly joking.

OOC: I have to leave for a couple of hours--slowtime for me. Sorry about that.

*He settles down to lie on Sara's foot, grumbling.* That does not mean I would not be appreciative of a scritch or two.

(ooc: That's fine! We'll slowtime for now.)

"I'm sure you would." She's feeling playful now, so leans down and begins scritching his ears again.

ooc: I'm back

*smugly purring* Thank you for obliging.

"Transform in my lap and I'm afraid you'll have to seek your scritches elsewhere," she warns him.