Video | un: canary

[thecanarylives]

[ Sara's video flickers on, a mostly empty bottle of wine sitting on the table next to her as she glances over her feed. ]

If anyone's in need of combat training, let me know. Or if you do know how to fight, I'm up for a spar. Thinking we should stay sharp for whatever decides to come our way.

[ A beat. ]

I take payment and wagers in liquor, for the record. Still haven't found a proper bar around here.

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video; un: eames (yes i know this was months ago and i don't care)

[falsify]

I'd probably be willing to let you beat me up and have drinks after. Once in a while.

[ wink ]

[thecanarylives]

[ Sara just shakes her head as his image flickers on, pursing her lips to hide a smile. ]

I thought you liked it when I roughed you up a bit.

[falsify]

[ he laughs softly ]

I like it even better when I get to spend time with a beautiful woman to soothe my ego.

[thecanarylives]

You sound a hell of a lot like you're buttering me up for something, Eames.

[falsify]

I've always been free with compliments, you know that.

[thecanarylives]

Sweet talker.

You telling me there's nothing you want?

[falsify]

A sparring partner. Drinks. Sex.

[ he counts them off on his fingers as he says them ]

No, I think that's all.

[thecanarylives]

Please, like you could get through an entire sparring session without getting handsy with me.

[ She hums a laugh. ]

[falsify]

Oh, is that a challenge?

[thecanarylives]

Sounds like it.

[falsify]

Time and place then, Lance.

[thecanarylives]

My place. Now.

[falsify]

On my way.

[ and true to his word, he'll be arriving on his motorbike about 20 minutes later ]

[thecanarylives]

[ God, she loves how prompt he is. She's already dressed in a sports bra and leggings, tying her hair up into a ponytail before she answer the door with a grin. ]

That was quick.

[falsify]

[ Eames is the kind of person people assume will be late and take his time for everything, but he's almost always prompt. Especially when one has a motorbike to get around and no cops telling him to slow down. ]

[ In spite of the cold, Eames is here in a tank top and sweats and he smiles right back at her. ]

No speed limits in Trench.

[thecanarylives]

[ He may wear that blasé look really well, but in his line of work, precision must be key. Like him, Sara knows when it matters and when it doesn't.

She glances over him appreciatively before stepping back to let him in. ]

Easier to run from monsters that way. [ She shuts the door behind him, leading him down the hall and towards the living room, where she's shoved the furniture out of the way and laid down some foam mats. ]