Description: In the aftermath of their NDP, somehow, don't ask, really don't, Daniel managed to woo the titanic Killer Doll to a date. It goes as well as one might expect.
"You can survive this, Danny Boy."
Daniel Jack stares into the hotel mirror, bandages placed delicately across his cheek, mouth, and nose. He was not dressed in his comical orange zoot suit this time. Instead, it was a fine tuxedo, dressed to the nines. He had to be well dressed for this important evening. The detective takes a deep breath, adjusting his tie. After all...
It wasn't every night that one would have a date with villainry.
Daniel Jack finally leaves his hotel room, his mind abuzz. How did this happen. Daniel Jack was just there, fighting Diesel in an NDP. She was a cruel amazonian, he decided to flirt a bit with her. ONe thing lead to another, and... she threw the fight. And in exchange, he would have to take her out on a date. OR ELSE. The Detective swallows his terror. He still was pulling himself together after that fight. And if that was how she acted in the ring.... the detective mulled cautiously, looking at the address of where he could pick up Diesel.
He didn't even want to think of her table manners.
Diesel remembers punching Danny...a lot.
Killer Dolls are very strange creatures. Created to kill, maim and destroy without a second thought for the glory of Shadaloo and their Master Lord Vega, they are the perfect weapon, each one a small given the gift of a small part of Vega's soul to increase their already formidable power. They are cold blooded, vicious, fearless and utterly relentless. There is almost nothing that can stand in their way once they've made up their mind about something.
It's probably why they are all women.
Because the Killer Dolls are ultimately just that, women, the brain washing they received didn't completely annihilate all their emotions seeing that doing so would drastically reduce their effectiveness as weapons. They wouldn't be able to feel anger to fuel their strikes if they were just completely hollow. But it also means they are able to feel...other things, and in the case of a Killer Doll such as Diesel...well...it can make things awfully awkward in a mission. You just know that you're digging at the bottom of the barrel when your date's name is Diesel.
But then again, they are supposed to be 'perfect' in every way. So..maybe Daniel won't get torn limb by limb? It's the best case scenario to be sure.
Daniel arrives at the dinner where they arranged their meeting and for a while, there's no sign of the Amazon, maybe Daniel lucked out and he's standing him up! That would sound like something a Killer Doll would do, so maybe if he turns around now and heads out home he can...
*Klop klop klop*
Oh no..are those the sounds of heels that he's hearing? Yes..yes they are.
"Now that is a woman!!!" Daniel will be able to overhear down the street as people are openly gasping.
"There is no way /that/ is a woman!!!" Comes another cry from a startled male as he almost runs straight into a traffic light.
"I'm so confused!!!" A woman is even heard shrieking.
Walking down the street, heading directly for Daniel, comes Diesel wearing a...wearing a...oh God. Is she wearing a mini dress!? Yes she is, a skirt that reaches about half her thigh clinging her skin tightly, showing every subtle curve of muscle, her hair is even done in curls that cascade down to the small of her back. She even has a purse slung over her shoulder..and those heeled shoes---it may be too much for some people.
"Oh good." The devastating Amazon beauty narrows her yellow eyes down down dooown at Daniel. "You're not wearing that suit."
Daniel Jack finally reaches the address where he was supposed to meet Diesel. A resteraunt. She didn't even trust him to pick her up. The detective eyes the name of the place of dining. The Azkadenya. A local fancy resteraunt. The detective didn't even know what it meant. Maybe... maybe she was told not to take part. Maybe she wouldn't show up. Maybe instead there would be goons sent to beat him up. That would be a lot less dangerous than the woman named Diesel.
And then he hears the approaching heels.
The detective looks towards a nearby puddle of water. Ripples break the surface, with every sound of the klop. Danny swallows hard, adjusting his tie again. He slowly turns away, looking at the dark-skinned woman approaching him. The miniskirt. The purse. The heels. Diesel was an amazon forced into the shape of a woman. Dressed up for a night about town. The detective had a choice ot make. He could run now. She couldn't catch him in those heels. Or, the detective knows, he would have to do what any gentlemen would do in this sort of predictament.
And Daniel whistles.
"Well, when a lady asks me to change, I tried to entertain." The detective says with far too much suave in his voice. Looking over Diesel, he checks her out quickly. "I was almost worried you wouldn't make it!" The detective says without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Holding out the crook of his arm, he flashes that winning smiles... which is still missing a few teeth. Cooly, he requests of the lady.
"Shall we get our seats?"
No such luck. If Daniel was praying for just a beating from Shadaloo goons, he is all out of luck when Diesel proves to be a woman of her word by showing up, dressed in fine nightly regalia to make matters worse.
Her features soften slightly when Daniel tries to melt the ice by cracking a joke, one of the reasons why Diesel went along with this idea was because Daniel really did amuse her. It wasn't often that the stoic Killer Doll laughed, and Daniel proved to be such a remarkable source of entertainment. Both because he was genuinely funny and because she really liked the way he screamed when she was attempting to break his bones. This night may end up painfully for Daniel anyway if he doesn't watch out, he will be able to tell this just by looking at the woman's predatory smile when he says he was worried about her. "Very funny."
The woman leers for a moment, seeing if Daniel will flinch if she does any sudden movements, testing his reaction first before she reaches for that arm. "Lead the way, boy." She says, actually reaching for that him to lock arms.
Oh God, her bicep is almost as big as his head!
... What joke?
Daniel Jack tries to conceal the sweat. People like Diesel could probably smell fear. He does not, however, flinch. As she reaches the arm, he tries to keep apace with the titanic woman. Trying not to look at the massive arm, the detective did feel like a small boy escorting a great lady.
But he would act like a man around this Shadaloo maiden.
Taking her into the resteraunt, the entire place seems abuzz, a regular full house of fancy dining. A mix of east meets west, the decorum was very Jordanian, but the instrumentals were violin and piano, playing atmospheric music. Several eyes begin to cast upon the unusual duo that had entered the place. The maitre d, standing at a podium by the resteraunt, seems to eye the pair with a skeptical eye himself. As Daniel Jack approaches the podium with his escort, the local Jordanian turns up his nose. "Do I need to bother to ask for a reservation?" He asks snidely. Daniel Jack clears his throat.
"I don't think a reservation will be a problem, sir."
Drawing out a wallet, the detective begins to pull out bill after bill. With each dollar, the man's expression softens more and more. Until finally, having reached a grin, the detective places it on the podium. "This is kind of a big deal, so could you get us the best on the house." Daniel Jack keeps up the cute act, looking up at Diesel as the man begins to draw out two menus. He might actually pull this off. Unfortunately for everyone, it seems that Daniel's hopes and dreams would be asundered when the maitre d lets fly one loose comment.
"Should I slaughter a fresh cow for your date, Mr. Little?"
You'd think one look at Daniel's date would be enough for the maitre d to wise up and let them pass. Alas, some people have terrible sense of self preservation though. But thankfully for everyone involved, just before Diesel reaches for her universal Shadaloo pass (psy covered hand) Daniel reaches for the other universal pass (Cold hard cash)
Impressed by Daniel's quick thinking, the Killer Doll barely notices the obvious looks other people are giving them. A tall woman leading around a smaller, half beaten man is unnervingly comical. It's quite obvious for some people that Diesel might have punched the detective in the face repeatedly until he agreed to take her out on a date, all the clear signs of a very abusive relationship.
Although, to be honest, that's really what happened.
The statuesque Amazon glances about with cold calculating eyes at those that stare, when her eyes meet with someone they turn away instinctively. Which is fine with her, she rather prefers when people do not stare when she's carrying an investigation. Or a date, however one would call it.
"I'll have a Khukura re Pyaj Tareko with corn roti." The woman speaks without even looking at the menu in perfect Nepaleese. This may surprise surprise everyone involved, but the woman seems to be surprisingly refined and world knowledgeable. Did Daniel really think that Shadaloo would employ a brutish bruiser as one of their soldiers? Well, there is M. Bison...and Vyle..but Diesel is a Killer Doll, she's in another category. "Unless, you do not even know what that is." The Amazon shoots the snide comment right back at the maitre d.
Daniel Jack was growing nervous on the direction the date was taking. But as the Killer Doll does NOT murder everyone in the room. Daniel's quick attemps at meditation had to be quick. "Listen, wiseass. Don't treat my date that way, or else we will find a different place to dine. And let me warn you, she will make sure you won't EVER give another customer a rude time, you dig?" The maitre d, looking at the frightened, henpecked man, and his date, just rolls his eyes and sighs.
And takes the pair to the table.
Pulling out a chair for Diesel, the detective glances at the amazon, already growing more and more nervous with the wild card in his pocket. She was already picking the food. The confused look on the maitre d's face spoke volumes. Danny, trying to prevent a headcount this evening, jumps in on the side of the waiter. "Diesel, this isn't a... what? Maybe you could explain to the maitre d what that is?" Daniel Jack tries very, very hard to keep his tone firm, without it being taken in any, way, shape, or form that it was implying that Diesel was dumb or wrong. He adds, quickly, as he keeps the chair ready.
"Maybe you could just take a little peek at the menu?"
Honestly, does the Maitre D have some sort of Death Wish? When an Amazon tells you that she wants a certain dish, you get that dish for her, no questions asked. Not unless you want her take you out back for non too pleasant time.
What the restaurant's staff, and Daniel for that matter may not realize is that, even though Diesel has so far acted very refined, truth of the matter is that she's an international criminal and assassin for hire. Killer Dolls don't operate by the values of normal society, you can just look at Juri or Cammy for that. If they don't get something the moment they demand it heads are going to roll.
No matter how hard Danny boy tries to defuse the situation.
"Leave." The tall Amazon shoos the Maitre D' away, who better comply if he knows what's good for him. Diesel is also trying to keep the body count low this evening, but the restaurant, the staff and Daniel's panicky attitude aren't helping one bit. The woman reaches for the boy and places her hand behind his head drawing him towards her. Onlookers may think the odd couple are just kissing, though in reality Diesel is just using that movement to get a moment of privacy so she can whisper.
"Listen, boy, I am not here for the delicacies this fine establishment can offer. I have some business that I must discuss with you and will get my answers one way or another. If you really wish to make a fool out of yourself publicly you can do so on your free time, and leave me out of it." When her harsh whispering ceases, Diesel draws back and gives Daniel a sultry smile as if she had actually been kissing him and not giving him an ear full. "Maybe you should order, hmm?"
Oh, no, Daniel KNOWS he is dealing with an assassin.
But she was off duty right now.
The Maitre D, who clearly believes he is untouchable, simply steps away, grumbling to himself. Leaving Daniel Jack alone with the Killer Doll. Off guard, the detective finds his seating attempt interrupted by Diesel pulling his head. Daniel doesn't know if it is to kiss him, or bite off his ear. As the threat is muttered in his ear, the detective breathes out. At least it wasn't Juri.
She would have erotically eaten his ear.
Daniel Jack pulls away, smiling sweetly himself. Leaning in as well, he whispers something to her ear in return. "And listen, sweetheart. If you want answers, then you better stay on your best behavior. You came in here looking like a real lady, and I expect you act like it!" With a dumb smile, he slips back across from Diesel, and Daniel Jack tucks into his menu, letting the fallout play out itself.
"I think we should start out with a wine and an appetizer. Have you had Shiraz before?"
Is he..? No.. he wouldn't..he wouldn't be /that/ dumb!
He's demanding something from Diesel!?
The Amazon raises her eyebrows as she goes to sit down, looking at Daniel from across the table. It's a half amused look, half 'Should I just botch the whole thing and kill this guy?' look. Diesel endures it though, she's already in this deep, might as well get what she came for, sacrifices must be done for the glory of Shadaloo! Or what's left of it.
"I usually don't dabble." The woman lies, she chugs liquor like nobody's business, she's just trying to act like a proper lady. "But I'll make an exception tonight, because it's special." Isn't that sweet? Though in reality she's hoping to get a good buzz so Daniel's words stop sounding less irritating.
Even if there may not be enough liquor in the world for that.
"You mentioned sister Marz the other day when we first met." And what a romantic day that was, wasn't it? What with all the blood and broken teeth. "I couldn't tell you at that moment how she was, seeing as I was busy." A slight glint of an evil smile before it softens, if only just slightly.
"She is well. Alive, at least considering the recent events, I am sure you heard about the war."
Dumb, crazy, and damn confident.
"You might enjoy it, Diesel. It seems like a strong wine, but underneath, it is actually quite light and flavorful." The detective raises an eyebrow at Diesel. As a waiter returns, the detective looks up, and smiles. "A bottle of Shiraz for the pair of us, and lets have some the bread." The detective smiles at the waiter, before looking at the Amazon. Yes, he would demand something from Diesel. While the Amazon was an assassin, she did pick the detective's turf to hold this meeting. That said, he was STILL sore from their memorable first meeting.
And then Marz is mentioned.
Daniel Jack looks away briefly. "Alive is good. Yes, I have kept up with the war. Hoping it wouldn't roll over to the island. I am, uh, how to put this. Well, I might as well be sincere. I am glad most of you didn't get executed. I wouldn't call Shadaloo a friend, per say, but I have had a better time with them than Mad Gear, or the Syndicate. I am, what's the word. Way too small of a fish for you guys to usually care about. I'll be honest, it is really nice to get your attention."
The detective winks.
Light and flavorful??? Diesel didn't need light and flavorful! She needed something strong to numb all sensation in her body and somehow drown Daniel out. Well, maybe she could always try to club herself with the bottle and pass out, though given her thick skull she might need something harder.
Because, damn, talking to Daniel is like getting in a roller coaster of emotions.
First her temper is rising due to his daft mentioning of Shadaloo personnel getting executed, but then he's praising them? Saying they aren't so bad? Although once he tries to compare them to Mad Gear her temper changes from 'Aaww' to angry again.
Maybe she's really a Tsundere and it's not just Daniel.
Diesel holds it back, even if her scowl and blushed cheeks are noticeable when Daniel winks. She can scarcely believe he can somehow pull a smug look with a face covered in bandages and missing a few teeth, but somehow he manages it.
"Hmrg." The woman grunts, recalling the events of the war, she herself had such an insignificant role it pained her. "We really had no chance. With Sagat, all of Kim's students including himself, Rust Howard, the Ikari, Guile and the American army along with all their mercenaries. I heard even the Power Rangers attacked us." Once fictional characters jump out of the screen and start attacking your soldiers, you just know it's a lost cause.
"You may think yourself insignificant Daniel Jack. But nowadays Shadaloo isn't what it used to be. It is why I am collecting all I can from the past, most of our records were destroyed and there is almost nothing left. I wish to know how you became involved, what is your history with us? With sister Marz perhaps."
Those are a lot of questions, yet she asks in her best behavior as Daniel wished. However...
"Rest assured, you can either answer me over candle night dinner or you can answer me later on a back alley."
She did say she's getting her answers one way or another.
The detective wasn't trying to send Diesel for a loop. The trouble was, Daniel was thinking, is that he is pitting his personal charm against the brainwashed charm of Vega. A battle he could win... but could skirmish the hell out of. Listening to the list of people she had to deal with, the detective nods firmly. "Well, sounds like you've had a rough time in China. Don't worry about me answering the questions. I thought it might have been a question of your place or mine." The detective arches a rakish eyebrow.
Daniel Jack must be pushing his luck.
"Well, it began when I met Marz.I was at the The Karuta District, where my dojo is. Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu. She showed up, and wanted to test me out. Just a brat then. Kicked me to the curb, all to test her limits. Would have meant nothing, except I was coming back from work, down in Taiyo Street, a long time later..."
"And I found Marz in the alleyway, bleeding to death."
"It was some kind of psychic assault. A real mystery, still don't know what it was today. But Marz was a little girl that was hurt. So I collected her up, took her back to my place, and tried to nurse her back to health. I happen to keep a lot of blood on stock, and she was lucky her blood type accepted mine. I began to question her about it... and then, he showed up."
"Your boss."
"Daniel Jack looks around the resteraunt, and leans over, whispering. "He showed up in my apartment, and took Marz back. Apparently, the girl who caused me trouble earlier, that I rescued, was a doll, just like yourself. I talked my way out of being executed for knowing the truth... and sent me to Rose to learn more about the psychic force. That, Diesel, is the cusp of my relationship with your organization." Daniel Jack leans back, looking rather exhausted.
"I saved the life of one of your agents, and she ended up stalking me for way too long."
Finally, the wine comes, along with the bread. Daniel Jack smiles, motioning for the waiter. "Ah, the wine's here. Tell me, Diesel, what's the next question you have."
"Ugh.."
Diesel almost falls over her chair when Daniel somehow manages to wiggle his way out getting intimidated through interrogation by tossing out corny pick up lines. Honestly, is that even necessary? He already managed to somehow weasel his way out a fight with the titanic Killer Doll /and/ snag a date out of her in the process. He should be lucky that he has gotten this far and not left bleeding in the NDP coliseum as everyone expected him to end.
One thing is true, Diesel will have to give credit where credit is due. Daniel is quite...unique, to put it gently, he mixes a forceful personality with obvious Aikido skill and chi strikes. That he is there now, sitting across the table calmly yapping away at the Killer Doll that naught but a few hours ago was trying to split him in half is testament enough of that. But to the extend that he'd be labeled as an enemy of Shadaloo? She finds that hard to believe.
Even more so when he relates his story.
"Wait a minute...you said you /saved/ sister Marz?" Asks the bewildered Amazon Warrior, suddenly looking at a loss of what to think. "I do not understand, if that is so then why is it recorded in files that you are our enemy?" In any case, her next question would be. "Shouldn't be working together?"
Oh and look the wine's here, it takes all of Diesel's will power to not just chug the bottle down like the total barbarian she really is.
Daniel Jack had that right balance of charm, cunning, and helplessness that kept him alive every day. The trick behind being a master manipulator is to never realize that you are manipulating people. It is one thing to be the smartest person in the room. But Daniel? Why, he was just a darn fool, that everyone was giving a run for his money. A useful idiot. Calmly smilng at Diesel, he saw that she had that glimmer of humanity again.
Humanity that was fleeting.
"Think about it, Diesel." He begins, as the wine is poured into each of their glasses. "Can you imagine your boss being given compassion by a stranger? A doll? Juri? Anyone in your organization? Why, even yourself? It seems a like a real foolish thing, isn't it? And maybe that's all I am. A fool, in this big crazy world. In the big picture, Shadaloo and I could never work together; heck, in the big picture, we wouldn't even work out."
And that's when Daniel places a hand on Diesel's own.
Looking into Diesel's eyes with his own big brown eyes, his tone grows softer, and more serious. "Your most important love will always be your boss, Diesel. I can never change that, and while I can respect a powerful man, even fear him, I will never share that love with you, Diesel. That is why Shadaloo and I will never work out, and why we will never work out. That moment of intimacy, when someone cares for you, when someone saves your life, or when they sacrifice themselves for you. And yet through that, they are never truly dependent of you. Independently, of their own free will, they make a sacrifice for you." Daniel Jack releases Diesel's hand, and sits back, eyes still locked into Diesel's. He says one last line, before gripping his wine glass and taking a sip.
"It frightening, isn't it."
"Do not pretend to understand the Master, boy."
Just as a flicker of humanity begins to show in Diesel's piercing golden eyes, it sinks back again into the depths of her mind. The woman is too far gone, as any Killer Doll is, even if she's technically quite new in comparison, the new generation if one were to call it. Yet, she shows zeal unseen by others, something about her viciousness tells others that there's far more willingness to serve Shadaloo than mere brain washing. She's too street savvy, too knowing of the ways of the world to truly be considered a mindless killing machine like her so called sisters. It is as if Diesel wants to believe Shadaloo, to know that under their rule the world would be better.
But of course, Daniel doesn't know that.
Diesel merely goes to move her hand away when Daniel reaches for it and uses it to grasp her wine glass. Her fierce burning eyes almost glowing as they regard the boy closely, almost too aware of him now. Where before she dismissed him as a simpleton, now she saw in Daniel something that perhaps Vega saw too so long ago...and even perhaps Marz as well.
"You are a fool." She admits, somewhat harshly. "But will be our fool, one way or another, you will play your part as we all have." She extends her glass towards his and clings it softly before taking a drink. "I do wish when our paths converge once more, I do not have to face you on the wrong side of the battle field, Daniel Jack. You seem far too precious to be lost in such a regrettable manner. Yes.." She smirks "You will play your part, and play it well. Somehow."
As for his question? She chugs her wine in one go.
"Maybe, but I ain't scared and neither should you."
And just like that, the light of Humanity flickers out.
Daniel Jack expresses a small glimmer of disappointment when Diesel rejects his hand. There was real disappointment, and Daniel Jack normally would have kept it locked away. But there was a rhythm he sensed. A pattern. A momentum. At the moment, he was likely in the same light Marz saw him in. A useful idiot that wasn't an idiot, a kind soul that was more useful to Shadaloo than useless. That was how things was for Daniel. But he didn't have time to be manipulated by Shadaloo.
He had watch thieves to chase after.
A glimmer of cunning comes over Daniel Jack. A wry, sinister edge to the detective. "Well, why not turn this around on you. As it turns out, in my line of work, you deal with a lot of low characters. Low-lifes. You know, gangsters and such." Daniel seems to be putting on a bit of the fast talk now, though he doesn't turn off that intimate charm. "See, the way I figure it, you want me to help you guys, there is a way we can make it work. I got principles, Diesel. I want to stick up for the little guy, the underdog, and I want a sense of justice."
"And frankly, sweetheart, Shadaloo is an underdog right now."
The waiter arrives, bearing silver platters of food. The kabobs are placed before Daniel, who rubs his hands. "Aaaah. How about we talk about it more after we eat? I am famished!"
It was true, Daniel was pretty hungry!
Diesel sees that disappointment and she scoffs heartlessly. Let the boy have his wide eyed dreams of walking the earth rectifying wrongs, he may be too foolish to realize the futility of his quest, but Diesel ain't. She wasn't when she was free willed and she certainly isn't now that she is forever part of Shadaloo, though she might have sacrificed her soul she has done so for a cause and while she might not survive it, she will see this world changed.
Even if it kills her. She has come to terms with that. For the glory of Shadaloo and Vega.
Foolish as it may sound to say such things now.
Diesel sees that flicker of cunning in Daniel's eyes causing her to scoff lightly as he mentions how the once great and mighty Shadaloo is now the underdog. It pains her, but it is true, they have fallen on hard times.
"You speak of a partnership?" The Amazon is all business and attempts to continue the talks even whilst picking at her food. "Do you want me to...."
She looks to the sides, wary that dumbass Maitre D isn't eavesdropping.
"Mess someone up, perhaps?"
Wink wink, nudge nudge.
She means kills someone by the way.
Daniel Jack leans back, chewing away at his kabob. "Mmmph. Well, no. See, the way I see it, we are on the same side in a lot of ways. Opposed in a lot of ways too. But lets focus on the similarities." Daniel Jack has that same twinkle in his eye.
"I'm after a gang called the Black Dragons."
"International Watch Thieves. Dangerous types. Now, as I figure it, you guys don't play nice with other organizations, right?" Daniel swallows, and the detective takes a sip of his wine. "Now, unlike the police, I am willing to work under the table a bit. And an enemy of my enemy is my friend. If I, say, found a way of telling you about shipment of weapons, or the like, could I assume that the shipment would disappear, and the gang would be severely crippled?
Daniel Jack winks at her, flashing that winning smile.
Diesel tentatively reaches for her kabob and takes delicate bites from it, the deep furrow on her forehead showing she's restraining very hard from chomping the whole thing in one bite. Admittedly, she does hate places like this, they food is expensive and there's very little of it! More than likely she'll have to go somewhere else after this to fill her voracious Amazonian appetite. After ambushing the Maitre D more than likely, but more on that later.
"Black Dragons?" She muses to herself, closing her eyes as her robotic voice takes over her "No Data Found" Then her eyes open again revealing the 'normal' Diesel "Never heard of 'em, you say they steal watches? Why would they possibly need weapons to steal that?"
Diesel shakes her head.
"You know what? Forget I asked, I don't want to know. Where they come, I don't care, just as long as we the supplies, their source is meaningless to me. Just tell me where to be and who needs to be roughed up and it shall be done."
The woman leans back on her chair, rubbing her chin as she stares at Daniel with half narrowed eyes. "I think I've finally lost it. But I trust you...Daniel Jack."
He doesn't seem like the type who would screw her over.
Because if he does..... +_+
Daniel Jack knew trust was expensive to buy. But to lease? Well, that was more his style. Daniel Jack finishes his Kabob, smiling at Diesel. So they didn't know about the Black Dragons either. The detective was on something, and the first one on it. As to why they would have weapons... who knows? Why would Mad Gear need weapons. Everyone needed weapons. But that was moot.
He had Diesel in his pocket.
Daniel Jack suddenly puts on the sweetest, softest look on his face, his smile so sweet, so nice, so sincere. "Thank you, Diesel. It means so much to me that you trust in me. If there a way I could get in contact with you? Maybe..." The detective gives a little wink.
"... You number, in case I need another 'business meeting' like this?"
"Gods have mercy." Those eyes! Those eyes!!!
Even the heartless Diesel, breaker of spines, DESTROYER of faces, has to turn away when those devastatingly cute puppy eyes are shown in her direction. Despite all the bandages and missing teeth, Daniel still manages to make the Amazon Queen blush hard. She's more than in his pocket, at this rate he might be able to control her by just looking at her. Make her move whenever he beckons like..
A doll!
Funny how things work out.
Daniel asks for her number and Diesel loses that fight against his charms as well. "Damnit..." She curses and forks over card from her purse. Though at least it wasn't written with lipstick and sealed with a kiss, give the poor woman some credit!
"You better make this worth my time."
TSUN TSUN
"Or I'll have to rough you up again."
DERE DERE
Hey, Daniel still had the REST of his teeth.
That pretty much means his date was a success.
With Daniel finishing up the last of his good, the waiter finally brings the check. Daniel Jack breaks out his wallet. He doesn't look up, but he knew that Diesel was blushing to death. He couldn't break the Doll brainwashing. But he could draw out that woman under the Amazon, and as long as it didn't come in conflict with her master... Daniel could actually have a normal socialization!
Well, mostly normal.
Putting the money with the bill, he looks up at the number... and deftly picks it up. Despite his messed up face, he still had it. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make it worth your time. This is business, remember?" The waiter takes away the bill, as Daniel Jack takes the final sip from his wine, before unleashing a wink upon Diesel again, with that sly tone.
"Maybe it can be a date next time."
"Don't get too comfortable." Warns the Diesel as she finishes her food. Blushing furiously still, she says to hell with table manners and chomps the last bit down before downing her wine in one gulp. The waiter shoots her a look but at this precise moment she doesn't really care what other people think, she's blushing like a school girl and if anyone so dares it mention it she's going to hit them like a ton of bricks.
"What the hell are you looking at?" The waiter just turns away and flees with his handsome tip before he gets ripped limb by limb.
"Perhaps though...perhaps it can." Once she has regained enough control of her senses, Diesel admits the boy's company is comfortable enough that she could...perhaps...stand another meeting. "May our next encounter be more...eventful." Says she as she leans down to tentatively kiss Daniel's cheek before scampering away as fast as she can on those heels. "Goodbye."
Later, perhaps a few days after the meeting. Daniel might read on the newspaper that a man who was known to work as the Maitre D' for a well renowned restaurant was found beating half to death in the streets. Both his elbows had been shattered as well as knees, his face had been pummeled in giving him a skull fracture and, of course, whoever did that had stolen all his money.
It would appear that the man had caught a sever case of the stupid. Side effects include broken bones, pummeled skulls, money stolen and getting the shit beaten out of you. Doctors warn the local populace to avoid contracting this common disease by avoiding pissing Amazons off. But people often don't learn and this little incident will more than likely repeat itself.
It was up to men like Daniel to continue the never ending crusade of Amazon insight.
Log created on 17:54:29 05/10/2012 by Diesel, and last modified on 23:02:10 05/13/2012.