Hollywood, LA, Wednesday Night Fandom Time

[gunslingerpose]

"You're fuckin' kidding me, right?"

Gorgon was going to just sort of stand and gape at the Seventeen who was standing there wearing a welding mask, gun held in one hand, backpack full of drugs over one shoulder.

"I mean, you can't really be stupid enough to think that's going to work. Please tell me you're really not that stupid."

"Shut up, freak! I wanna see you drop me with those fucked-up vampire eyes of yours while I'm wearin' one of these!"

"If you say so."

Gorgon flashed his goggles.

The Seventeen froze in place, eyes locked on his.

Gorgon shut his goggles again.

The Seventeen dropped like a brick.

"You assholes get dumber every time I meet you," Gorgon muttered as he reached into his motorbike's saddlebags for his zip-ties and a road flare. "Psh. Welding mask. Come on."

[OOC: NFB for distance, but open for phone calls or what-have-you! I'll be scarce until after work, though. Sssh, I'm being sneaky.]

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[gunslingerpose]

"Fernando's a new friend of mine. He's napping right now, I'm just making sure all his shit is gonna be together when he wakes up."

By pocketing that driver's license, and that cash that was in that wallet there. Crime fighting was expensive work, okay?

"You take off whenever you need to, there. I'm not gonna be the guy who keeps you from getting your suspect just because we're having a nice chat."

Fernando was starting to stir, and Nick had to make sure he stuck around to shake the fear of god into him anyway.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Ha, they were inside now. She at least had them for B&E, and if they timed this right, burglary.

Dinah hit the comms to notify Helena she needed back-up, and said, "The glamorous life of an L.A. talent agent. Heh." Hmmm. "Are you going to be back on the island any time soon? Maybe we can meet up for drinks."

THUD. Whoops. Okay, so that landing would only get an 8 from the Russian judge.

[gunslingerpose]

"Jesus Christ, don't break your neck or anything over there," Nick said, blinking at the sound in his ear. "You run into something?"

Said the guy who was going to run up the side of a brick wall when he was finished up here in a few minutes. Not really one to talk, that Nikolai.

"You know, I don't have any plans to be, but..." Nick thumbed through his shiny new wad of cash. "... I do have some spending money saved up. I could probably make an evening of it sometime soon. What kind of schedule are you keeping these days?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Pretty busy during the week, and Friday nights, but Sunday nights and Saturdays are pretty open for whatever." Dinah grinned. "That'd be cool. And yeah, stupid-- dumpster in my way. It's empty, so. I just hope those guys didn't hear that."

Another THUD, but this one lighter, and more contained. Helena always did land with finesse.

"...and that would be my partner making the same mistake as she gets here."

[gunslingerpose]

"You both didn't see the dumpster? Damn. Must be dark out there tonight," Nick whistled, and then pocketed the wad of money before setting to work lighting the road flare he'd pulled out. "I could probably get a ticket for one of those days, though. They're usually my busy days - everyone's a dumbass on the weekend, lots of damage control - but I think Hollywood will survive without me for one night."

And that would be the thump-thump-thump-hissss of the flare, there.

Really, they were both excellent at this, weren't they?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

So, so excellent.

Nick, what are you doing? Did you wreck your bike? Are you trying to flag down highway patrol? Arrgh.

"Sounds like a plan," Dinah agreed. "Except not Valentine's, that'll probably some kind of nightmare on the Island..."

Ha, okay, time to move. "Gotta go now! Or we won't get the pix, even with our infrared camera." Yes, they had one. No, not with them. Shush.

Helena made hurry-up! motions to Dinah, and then kicked in the door.

"Like, now. Byeee!"

The sound of running feet might accompany that sign off.

[gunslingerpose]

It was excellent timing, really.

"Yeah, yeah, talk to you later," Nick chuckled into the phone, hanging up just as his new best buddy Fernando came to his senses enough to start cussing him out. Loudly and angrily. In Spanish. And Gorgon was all too happy to tuck his phone into his pocket, lay the flare down on the side of the road not far away from the gun, and then flash Fernando's license in his face. "See this? I know who you are now. I know your name. I know where you live..."

Business as usual in Hollywood on a Wednesday night.