Boredom was something the lawbringer often felt when she wasn’t shooting something or being shot at- though not that many days passed her by without her managing to cause some kind of trouble. Still, it’s the reason she finds herself traversing the rather unnecessarily complicated hallways of the yellow clad Helios. Now it was just a matter of finding that well dressed code monkey-
“Alright Jack. I got a proposition for you. If you can pry your handsome self away from that important work of yours, I’ll consider showing you the best place to get a good drink on Pandora. Or you know you can stay in your stuffy office while I make friends with Helios’ wiring system. …Hmm… what happens if I pull on this~?”
Jack spares her a look from under the fingers resting on his forehead as she enters his office, his smouldering cigarette hanging limply from his mouth. He’s spent the last three nights straight tinkering with some new prototype designs and his new security integration for the space station, and it’s been more than a little stressful. But once he gets it finished, there won’t be anything that happens within Helios’ walls that can be hidden from Angel’s, and subsequently his, eyes.
“Y’know, I’d really love to pumpkin but I uhh– woah hey!!” He yanks himself from his blueprints just in time to grip her wrist and keep her from messing up anything important in the exposed panel. Normally, he loves her destructive side, but it’s taken him a lot of sleepless nights to get that all working properly. He sighs, pushes the thick-rimmed glasses he uses for reading back up his long nose, and looks down at her.
“Alright, fine. But only if you promise to get, absolutely friggin’ smashed with me.”