71 Serendipity Street, Saturday

[chosehumanity]

He'd promised Kate and Jack Saturday. So Saturday it was. Mitchell wasn't sure he was up for it being Saturday so soon.

He pottered around the house, poking through the snacks in the cabinet. Turning on the television. Turning on the radio. None of it really kept his attention for very long, and so he wound up drifting through the house more than anything. If he were inclined to make jokes right now, he'd have said he was being a bit like a ghost.

Eventually, Mitchell just crashed down on the sofa. There would be distractions soon enough, and trying to find any more seemed about as pointless as anything else.

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[nookiepowered]

"Brave, crazy. I'm thinking some from column A, some from column B with a side order of crab rangoon. Now that she knows I didn't follow her here to make sure she sleeps with the fishes, she thinks it's--" Fingerquotes. "AWESOME!" Bo couldn't quite pull off the amount of probably-not-drug-fueled-maybe enthusiasm that was Kenzi, but it was enough to give the flavour. "And I'm some kind of magic Amazon."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell's mouth twitched up on one end. "Well, in my experience, you're fairly Amazonian," he said. "'Magic' is a bit subjective."

Vaguely dirty jokes. Look at him now.

[nookiepowered]

"For your safety and well-being, I choose to take that as a compliment." Mostly because she was incapable of conceiving of someone having a complaint. (Besides "bitch, you killed me" which was a valid one, but she'd only ever heard it in her head, not out loud.)

She could totally help with the lack of moping, though, by asking, "So. How are things in Bristol?" Though at least she wasn't stupid enough to end that question with you.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell expelled one of those breaths he didn't actually need to take, and glanced aside. She was the first person to ask that today without some kind of recrimination or awkward silence or something going on-- he found he was grateful. "We're... we've put the house up for sale," he said. "It was Annie's, so none of us feel right living there."

[nookiepowered]

Yeeeeah, Bo had felt the same way about Gerry's house, after she'd found him dead. Part of moving on was just logistics, avoiding attention, but she'd left long before she absolutely had to.

"Where are you going? Do you know?" Which didn't necessarily beg the question, "...Are you leaving here, too?" yet she found herself asking it anyway.

[chosehumanity]

"I'm not going anywhere," Mitchell said. Part of him was... actually glad she'd asked.

She was the first to express... any kind of worry at the thought of him leaving. "George and Nina are looking for a place in Wales. I'm... moving back here, for now. I know a lot of people think of it as 'creepy', but... people rarely, if ever, die here."

He walked past her into the kitchen. "I could use that. For a bit."

[nookiepowered]

"How is that creepy?" Bo leaned in the doorframe rather than finding a seat yet. "I can buy weird, when compared to my life so far -- and probably yours -- but it's hard to see that as a bad thing."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell sighed, pulling something beer-like out of the fridge. He had no idea how long it'd been there. "Because once you reach a certain level of jaded, it becomes impossible to picture life without death," he said, reaching into a drawer to get the bottle opener. "People see so much loss around them, they don't trust it when it doesn't happen."

[nookiepowered]

Bo pointed at him. "Now that's creepy. Also sensemaking, which is ...creepy."

[chosehumanity]

"Heh." Mitchell smiled at himself, though it wasn't particularly joyous. He opened up the bottle. "I'm over a hundred years old," he said. "I'm bound to make sense sometime. Do you want a drink?"

[nookiepowered]

"Why not." Her relative booze-avoidance was all about not dumbing herself up enough to take home an innocent, which was a more shades of ha! in this situation than Bo could count. "Unless that's over a hundred years old too. I don't think beer ages as well as wine or vampires."

[chosehumanity]

He reached into the fridge to get another bottle. "Oh, no, this vintage wasn't born more than a few weeks ago," he said. "Picked it up before I came here."

He took the cap off and offered her the bottle.

[nookiepowered]

"As in--" Bo took a swig. "English beer. Right." Shut up; you could take the the girl out of the midwest, but it was hard to take the Budweiser out of the girl.

[chosehumanity]

"As in actual beer, not piss in a bottle." Mitchell took a swig himself.

[nookiepowered]

Bo snickered. "That's what I love about Europeans. So classy."

[chosehumanity]

"We did invent Western society," Mitchell said, leaning back against the counter. "Which manages to be both classy and cruel at the same time."

[nookiepowered]

"At the same time? Clearly you've never watched reality television."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell snickered a little, took another swig, and said, "Ah, yeah. Though it's not all bad. Have you ever watched 'The Real Hustle'?"

[nookiepowered]

"Not unless it was a number on Canadian Idol. Which manages cruel way more often than classy."

[chosehumanity]

"It's this show where they show you how cons are pulled," Mitchell replied. "I think I still have a few episodes on my TiVo."

And George wasn't exactly in the mood recently.

[nookiepowered]

Bo grinned and let the bottle rest against her thigh for the moment. "With Kenzi around, I may need to see that just for professional purposes."

[chosehumanity]

"I do try to help you in every corner of your professional life." Mitchell flashed a quick grin back; the flirting didn't come without an edge of something, exactly, but the fact it was happening at all was novel.

[nookiepowered]

And at least six kinds of fucked-up before breakfast considering how much time hadn't passed since he'd been that close to ripping out his ex's aorta, but it wasn't in Bo not to roll with it.

"Hey, now. Bartending and security I do for money. The rest is Olympic-level amateur. Love of the game and the chance to appear on Wheaties boxes."

[chosehumanity]

Hey, it wasn't like he was actually trying to get into her trousers; right now he just wanted to be distracted.

In a non-sexy-way.

He shook his head and headed into the living room, beer and all. "How is the security job coming along, besides the adolescent YouTube ninjas?"

[nookiepowered]

Bo followed, taking another sip. Not a swig. Because she was classy and ladylike that way.

"I got a lot of Really, you work here? and Bartending and security, that's a weird combo. Also I met another god and my uniform is stupid. Granted that came from the Youtube ninja, but she's not wrong." Consisting as it did of a t-shirt that said SECURITY in big white boob-clingy letters.