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]

"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.