[He opens his mouth then closes it, swallowing down whatever half cocked thing he'd been meaning to say in the first place for at least the time it takes Sully to excuse himself and pull the glasses. Charlie glances after him, holds for a moment until he's sure Sully's out of earshot, and then swings abruptly back to Chloe. He's shredding the damp napkin, leaving bits of paper all over the damp tabletop.]
No. I'll work with him, but I won't live with the man. I don't want him in our flat.
Charlie, this isn't some nobody stepping in to help us with a gig - it's Victor Sullivan. [Victor, who's been Nate's family for ages, who had her back when she came calling with the idea of greasing a few palms to get his pseudo-son out of the mess Harry'd stuck him in, that-- pulled a gun on Charlie in Syria and saw no problem with taking his head off.
All right, fair point.
Chloe cants her own head enough to catch sight of Victor while he's still well out of earshot, keeps her attention fixed on him as she concedes.] No rooming up, but he's still coming over to manage the details of a job or two. [a beat. she's spotted the mess he's currently scattering across his end of the table, it earns a gentle nudge with the toe of her boot.] Unless you feel like emptying your wallet on cheap beer every time we catch a new one.
{Sully turns to see if they've finished their little lover's tiff and leans against the bar (looks good but bad idea, shirt's gonna smell like sour beer buddy). He catches Chloe looking at him and smiles wide before re-directing his attention back to the pretty-enough girl.
Not quite done yet.]
Grant me the pleasure of buying a beautiful woman a drink?
[Alright probably not going to hit a home-run with this one, but he just wants to buy a little more time, anyway. He can always come back later. He flags down the bartender and manages not to call him "guv".]
[That's fine. He can put up with the old-- the man for the length of time it takes to mull over a job's layout. But he won't tolerate living in the same space as him. You can't make him do it, Chloe.]
Deal. [Chloe elbows him as something for a substitute for a proper handshake - and also to smooth at least some of his bristling fur. Uses the pull back from it to swat away some of the scraps he's left laying about.]
[His attempt goes down about as well as he'd expected, but it doesn't matter. By the look of things tension is down about 60% which is good enough for him. He grabs the beers and sidles his way back over. Sets them down in the center and throws himself back into his chair.]
[There's no plan, but that's not something he's going to tell Victor goddamn Sullivan. Still wearing the edge of that glowering expression, Charlie brushes what left of his shredded napkin into a neat pile before he impatiently pulls his tablet back.]
I'm putting in for a mission this afternoon. I'll add you to the roster. Once we have the details, we'll rendezvous at our flat [--'our' said in a way that seems to explicitly cut Sully out with an added pointed glance in Chloe's direction--] and from there we'll have a maybe two hours to cram some planning in before we hit the ground.
[He graces Sully with a benevolent smile. See, he can play nice.] So keep a bag packed.
Don't-- [Chloe adds, leaning in to block off Charlie's tablet, and subsequently-- mildly-- his advice as well.] Don't pack a bag. He's not serious about that.
[Charlie straightens, pulling the tablet off the edge of the table as he does. He folds it over itself and stuffs it under his arm like an old newspaper, takes the new beer and raises it in a faux toast.]
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No. I'll work with him, but I won't live with the man. I don't want him in our flat.
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All right, fair point.
Chloe cants her own head enough to catch sight of Victor while he's still well out of earshot, keeps her attention fixed on him as she concedes.] No rooming up, but he's still coming over to manage the details of a job or two. [a beat. she's spotted the mess he's currently scattering across his end of the table, it earns a gentle nudge with the toe of her boot.] Unless you feel like emptying your wallet on cheap beer every time we catch a new one.
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Not quite done yet.]
Grant me the pleasure of buying a beautiful woman a drink?
[Alright probably not going to hit a home-run with this one, but he just wants to buy a little more time, anyway. He can always come back later. He flags down the bartender and manages not to call him "guv".]
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Fine. But in and out. Deal?
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Well kids, what's the plan?
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I'm putting in for a mission this afternoon. I'll add you to the roster. Once we have the details, we'll rendezvous at our flat [--'our' said in a way that seems to explicitly cut Sully out with an added pointed glance in Chloe's direction--] and from there we'll have a maybe two hours to cram some planning in before we hit the ground.
[He graces Sully with a benevolent smile. See, he can play nice.] So keep a bag packed.
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That's fine. Well, if that's all- [He looks back to the girl at the bar] I suppose we can call this meeting adjourned?
[Aw hell, who doesn't like a challenge.]
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Yeah, alright. Cheers, mate.