“Fine.” Darlene sighed heavily, as though it was the biggest burden in her entire life to not think up some snarky little nickname to call him, but for the sake of Elliot’s sanity, keeping the peace and not being yelled at by the other to leave, she agreed. She didn’t exactly have anywhere else to stay that evening, and hanging around with Elliot was far better than sitting in an empty arcade all night, or trudging it back to Cisco’s after she’d triumphantly told him to go fuck himself and that she never wanted to speak with him again — going back to his apartment wouldn’t have really given off the right message there. “John. Whatever."
Her expression dropped into a frown at the mention of the Thai food experience from before, it wasn’t her fault that the food was bad and had ended up making her sick … except for the fact that it had also been half price mimosas at brunch that morning and she’d ended up pretty lit off of champagne only slightly diluted with orange juice. Besides she’d had it plenty of times since then without it causing any bodily harm — but it was New York, wasn’t every form of food delivery a bit of a game of Russian Roulette? “It was one fucking time, Elliot. And it’s not coming out of your account this time, this guy I was sleeping with is some big shot ad exec, but a total idiot when it comes to actually keeping his accounts secure. Who really still uses their initials and their birthdate as a password anymore? It was a new personal record for me,"
Again, Darlene had completely forgotten that John was in the room, and that most normal individuals didn’t go around talking about how they illegal acquired access to someone’s bank account, or implied that it was one of their more frequent hobbies. And much less in the sing-songy manner that she had been.
Or maybe she just didn’t care. What was this guy gonna do? Call the cops on her? Getting someone’s sister arrested wasn’t exactly the best way to build a budding relationship with their brother who was housing them currently.
“So, we’re dining on his tab tonight. Care of our gracious corporate overlords. What about Greek?” Now, she turned her attention to John, both of her brows raised curiously. “You hungry?"
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Her expression dropped into a frown at the mention of the Thai food experience from before, it wasn’t her fault that the food was bad and had ended up making her sick … except for the fact that it had also been half price mimosas at brunch that morning and she’d ended up pretty lit off of champagne only slightly diluted with orange juice. Besides she’d had it plenty of times since then without it causing any bodily harm — but it was New York, wasn’t every form of food delivery a bit of a game of Russian Roulette? “It was one fucking time, Elliot. And it’s not coming out of your account this time, this guy I was sleeping with is some big shot ad exec, but a total idiot when it comes to actually keeping his accounts secure. Who really still uses their initials and their birthdate as a password anymore? It was a new personal record for me,"
Again, Darlene had completely forgotten that John was in the room, and that most normal individuals didn’t go around talking about how they illegal acquired access to someone’s bank account, or implied that it was one of their more frequent hobbies. And much less in the sing-songy manner that she had been.
Or maybe she just didn’t care. What was this guy gonna do? Call the cops on her? Getting someone’s sister arrested wasn’t exactly the best way to build a budding relationship with their brother who was housing them currently.
“So, we’re dining on his tab tonight. Care of our gracious corporate overlords. What about Greek?” Now, she turned her attention to John, both of her brows raised curiously. “You hungry?"