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[lotsoflaughs]

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[lotsoflaughs]

"Pizza Hut, like the box says," he says promptly. He's not being difficult this time, he swears. He's capable of not being a pain.

"Were you hoping for an epic story of looking for a volcano to throw a ring into that's been derailed by finding a pizza place?" No promises about not being a smartass though.

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Jo wouldn't agree, about him be capable in the slightest. "Or a city name."

Gets said pretty much at the same second she's picking a piece of green pepper off the pizza in the middle, instead of picking up a slice itself, and just flicking it at him. She did go for picking up a piece after tossing it though, still talking, and maybe even headed toward a guiltless smirk. "Your conquests wouldn't be nearly as noble."

What. She's existed in this world long enough to catch enough of those things in the am hours. Not enough to catch all of them. The things seemed endless and sprawling, here and there, when she was half-beaten or exhausted. But it was at least enough to know what the hell the reference was.

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Gabriel catches the piece of green pepper and eats it. If it's getting thrown at him, he's eating it.

"Nah. Noble is actually making it to the volcano instead of getting distracted by food. Or, you know. Whatever." Of course, then things might not go as planned at the volcano, but that's taking this a little further than needed.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Oh, don't let me stop you," Jo said easily, and fast. Copper eyes bright and mouth crooked. "If you've got some evil, semi-sentient, volcano hiding somewhere you need to stop. I wouldn't want to be the thing that stood in the way and ended the world."

Except that it really does look like maybe she would. Even if really she left those kinds of dramatics to certain other people, who seemed to get tangled up in the near ending of the world all the time. It wasn't anywhere near her docket. But this, could be and was, and maybe even wasn't so terrible. Quieted town. Bar. Pizza, vodka, trickster-angel.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Nope, no sentient volcano. Or Mount Doom. There may be a volcano or two with a demi-god lurking about, but I don't have any plans to go poking at them," Gabriel says cheerfully. "Looks like you're stuck with me."

[tobeclosetohim]

"It does look like that, doesn't it?" That she was stuck with him. Whether that was today or sort of in general. However that had happened. Whatever it was that made him stick around, to poke his fingers into her bad days and made her send him outlandish things on her good ones like a flag or a prod of her own, like she was just checking, if it was still holding true.

"Remind me not to plan any vacations anywhere either of those volcano's, okay?"

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"Unless you fall into Middle Earth, there's not much worry of you vacationing in Mordor by the volcano of terrible," he points out. She's not complaining about the archangel spending time in her general area, is she?

[tobeclosetohim]

Only as much as she'll ever have to. It's not like she can take it easy on him. He's already got too much of this easy on him with the whole Archangel, easy creepy stalker, thing. That somehow stopped being creepy somewhere at some point she hadn't quite figured out. But still. There were principles.

"I meant the demi-god volcanos," Jo rolled her eyes, except she was still grinning.
Jo gestures with the back of her piece of pizza. "You are not cute."
"That is not cute. Hobbit's are not a thing."


Beat. Before she raised her eyebrows, mock comically.

"Right? You would have told me if hobbits and demi-god volcanos were both a real thing."

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Gabriel tilts his head a little as if he was seriously thinking about his answer. "Well, you have some extinct relatives that were about the right height to be Hobbit-sized. Not quite the right build, though."

He's even being entirely truthful. "If you don't want volcanic goddesses on your plate, stay out of Hawaii. Pele's a bit hot-tempered."

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Jo applied a very sudden, mockingly sad, doe-eyed look of hurt her copper eyes were far too bright for to be real. Except all around the edges, because she'd learned far too well how to make it work, when she needed it to, on the people she needed it to. He just wasn't one of them, and this wasn't one of those situations.

"Say it isn't so. I totally had a plane in the morning and an afternoon date with a white beach and a bikini. Whatever will I do with my life now." You know. Aside from take another bite of her free pizza.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Use it to eat pizza, apparently," he says with a straight face. "Followed by picking a goddess-free beach from your little vacation from getting covered in monster guts and other questionable things."

[tobeclosetohim]

She doesn't buy it. The straight face, or the all the words. But she likes it all the same.

Honestly, she kind of likes that even when she knows the footing is not even, it almost feels like it sometimes.

When it feels incredibly just easy. Too easy. Like breathing, and laughing. Not lying, no trying, no thinking. Just to take what's thrown out and throw it right back, take his words, and slightly more pointed smirk, and say, slightly lower and warmer, and even heavier on certain words, "Getting covered in the questionable things is sometimes the best part."

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"Sure, if they're the fun kind of questionable things," he says, breaking into a grin and dropping the previous face. "Saying you're in the habit of managing the fun ones more often than the not-fun ones?"

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"Or maybe that I can make time, if I think it's worth it." Beat. "I mean, you're here, aren't you?"

On the nose, with pizza demands for quasi-concerning concerns and chaperoning sass, and that smiling face, that really is a problem, and all. When she could be sleeping or searching, or out. But she'd be there if she wanted to be there. She's already proved that point overly loudly to everyone else in her life. The only person who keeps house on whether she comes or goes, what she does or doesn't do, and who, is her.

It all just winds itself tighter and tighter in a way that means she need either more vodka, or a lot less.

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"You mean I'm not just here to be your pizza man?" he teases, a slight emphasis on the 'pizza man' portion of his question, well aware of the pron themed around such.

[tobeclosetohim]

"I'm pretty sure there are several things I'd like you better as."

She'd said as much hadn't she.
Even if in far more honest words than needed.
Maybe even far more fucked up ones, but far more honest, too.

"My Pizza Boy would a really boring front runner against those."

[lotsoflaughs]

"While getting pizza delivered right to where you're sitting is good, I can think of more fun things to do, yeah," Gabriel agrees. "Assuming you're done eating, anyway."

There's exactly three slices of pizza missing, and one of those was eaten by him.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo didn't look at the pizza. She actually didn't look away from him at all.

"And assuming you've decided I'm not too drunk to have a clue about my own mind."

[lotsoflaughs]

"You see me taking your buzz away?" he asks with raised eyebrows. "Not that I'd be clearing all of it out of your system if I was."

[tobeclosetohim]

She can pretend that maybe that isn't part of what helps. The last piece of pizza in her hands vanishes into it's last few bites, and her fingers are still hooked around a glass neck, but she has for all intents and purposes stop needing or using it. One of those two, whichever it was, when she simply add to it, faint twist of a smile, that is both a warning and nothing truly like sharp.

"And not if you wanted to be touching any other part of me."

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"Behaving myself helps with that, yeah," Gabriel agrees. He has no plans to annoy her right now. Nope, nuh-uh. Counterproductive. To say the least.

Right, time to change the subject a little. "Saving the rest of that for later, then?"

[tobeclosetohim]

If that makes her smile a little wider, maybe it's only like just barely knowing where the reins of anything on this in. But in so many words, okay. It makes a flush of warmth get nebulously everywhere under the alcohol. She almost wants to just send off on it, and ask if he means the vodka, the pizza, or him. But she doesn't. For as much as her words stay zippy, she could forget them if she had to. Maybe even wants to.

"Are you trying to say this doesn't look like the breakfast of champions just waiting for tomorrow morning, or three or four am, to exist at it?"

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"Well, breakfast and a snack, unless you plan to eat all five pieces at once," he points out with a grin. Five pieces at once tend to be a bit much for someone who isn't Moose-sized. Or an angel.

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"God forbid, I try to insinuate I might be nice enough to share at that point."

As though she wasn't at all now, or hadn't been doing just that already. Like it was something she might decide to grant at some point after this, and other things. Charity. Kindness. Good Will. A little common, human, decency. Or the ruse of them under the actions of physiology. Even if she didn't always have it in spades for everyone else. Something along those lines.

Jo reached for the cap left and screwed it back on the Vodka bottle, since nothing was getting left here after being bought.

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"It's not like I actually need to eat. I just like doing it," he says in a philosophical tone as he watches her cap her drink. Looks like she's getting ready to leave, so he tugs the pizza box a little closer to himself so he could get it closed. May as well make himself useful.

Besides the usefulness he already was in the form of bringing the pizza to her.