Fishing Trip (Thira)

[Hoyt McIntyre]

Washington, D.C. 3:00 pm

For some reason, Hoyt always felt uncomfortable in the nation's capital. Even moreso, now that it was demon-central. He didn't know why, it just...this place never set well with him. In fact, something in him believed it was better off with the demons. But, that was just Hoyt's opinion. Maybe.

Regardless of how he felt about the place, he was called here for a reason. A reason was a job, a job was money, and money was always necessary. Another day, another person looking for a lost loved one. Well, that was usually the case. Sometimes he got that crazy ex-girlfriend or ex-wife trying to kill some jerk. What happened after he got paid technically wasn't his problem, but...that still wasn't his favorite kind of job. Oh well, hopefully this wasn't the case, but hey, it was demon central, so who knew?

He'd actually made pretty good time, and he had an hour before his scheduled meeting, so he'd taken some time exploring the city, taking in the sites, and of course scoping out the best bars. You know, the basic necessities. Luckily, he found one not far from the scheduled meeting spot; he was going to need a few beers after--and during, depending--this ordeal. Then again, Hoyt needed a few beers often, it seemed.

Oh well; there was no time for that now, so the half-angel made his way to the cafe he was set to meet his client in, grabbed a cup of cocoa and a chocolate tart. Or two. Yes definitely three. Then, he made his way to a table next to a window, and sat down where he could have a good vantage point.

Now, to play the waiting game. In no time at all, he'd finished his three tarts, then sipped at his cocoa. "Man...I'm sorta wishing there was a hard cocoa right now..." he muttered to himself with a small, somewhat playful sigh.

Thira Fisher

[Thira Fisher]

Thira had gotten in contact with Hoyt because he could help her find her brother Ty, or at least hoped that he could. She had set up the meeting for a cafe in the city, making sure that it was not the same cafe area that she had picked pockets from when she first got to D.C a few days ago. Though while she was here, she had also managed to lift a few small sized bottles of booze from some of the hotel mini bars. Since getting there she had been too stressed out and wary about shifting and going for a run, so a few drinks helped her to relax. She always carried them with her in her purse.

As she made her way to the cafe, she tried to calm her nerves, but to no avail. She walked through the door, fidgeting with her fingers and made her way to the counter. She ordered a hot cocoa with extra cream and sugar and two peanut butter tarts. She was early so she decided to pick a table and sit patiently until her meeting. She sat next to a guy also sipping cocoa and the remnants of chocolate tart on a napkin. She looked over to him, smiled and sipped her cocoa. She had started to pull out her small bottle of vodka when she heard him say something about "hard cocoa". She smirked and pulled it out offering it to him, "Want some? I kinda need some myself. Everything goin' alright?"

[Hoyt McIntyre]

Hoyt was still busy grumbling over his cocoa when he noticed...a rather attractive young woman sitting at the table next to his. But unfortunately for Hoyt, his luck with women was even worse than his luck with searching for his father. What am I doing...I don't even know this woman, and here I am dreaming...

But, he could sense she was anxious...maybe waiting on someone? Searching...Eh. He wasn't entirely sure because his senses were more than a bit blurry. But his train of thought was suddenly cut off when she offered him...was that vodka? His face flushed a little, and he bit his lip, fighting back the temptation to snatch the bottle and just turn it up. "I definitely want it, but...I probably shouldn't. I'm kind of waiting on a client, and seeing that as a private investigator, my main jobs involve finding people. So...I probably shouldn't be drinking on the job. Before, after, and when I'm not working...definitely." He gave a shrug. "I mean, I don't get drunk easily because of this ridiculous tolerance, but it's a common courtesy."

He gave a slight shrug, forcing a bit of a smile. "Eh, it's gone better...at some point or another, I guess. The only real high points are when I reunite someone with a long-lost relative or something. The times being what they are, plenty of people got separated what with Pluses revealing themselves, and everybody else coming out and taking over cities...but hey, I'm here to help 'em." Every now and then, he'd look out the window, not that he knew much about his client. He had a name and a meeting spot: here. Aside from that, he knew exactly nothing. Heh, that was exactly what he knew about this woman he was suddenly opening up to. Maybe he was too trusting, but he couldn't help it. This day and age, it wasn't like he had many friends or anyone to talk to. So, the first poor stranger within earshot would have to be his springboard, he guessed.

Thira Fisher

[Thira Fisher]

Thira poured a bit into her cup and drank some. Upon his mentioning that he was a private eye, Thira almost choked on her spiked cocoa. She looked at him and asked, "You wouldn't be waiting on a Thira Fisher by any chance would you? If you are, then you can definitely have some. I don't mind. It would calm us down some and I trust that since you have such a high tolerance, you'll be able to remember the details of our conversation later." She paused for a moment, not wanting to unleash all of her nervousness on him all at once. She watched his behavior and saw that he was rigid and anxious, not too trusting of her.

Thira was surprised that the private eye that would be working for her was so appealing to the eyes. He seemed nice enough, but as he spoke, she could tell there was some underlying sadness or heartache. She wanted to get to know him, understand why he felt like he did and help him like he's helping her. "I know we just met and all. And you don't know much about me, other than me being your client, but I can be your friend as well. Actually, I'd prefer it if you saw me as a friend and not as a client. I don't want this relationship to feel stiff and uncomfortable....Here, let me start. I'm Thira and I have a twin brother who I got split up from when we were little and our shifting abilities began to surface. I like to read and go for runs to chase squirrels when I'm upset or stressed. I'm a bit of a nerd, but know how to clean up really nicely when I need to. I love being outside and drawing things I find pretty, like birds and butterflies. But I also like to draw plants that I haven't seen before and name them scientifically and research their botanical benefits....Oh, look at me rambling...I often do that when I'm around someone I find attractive. Tell me about yourself."