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"Yeah right. I'm just the average looking girl who managed to land the hot date. So if they want a hot date, they wouldn't be thinking of me."

Tut tut, too much modesty. Or she needed to get her eyes tested. Average looking?! Bullshit. "Well honey they certainly wouldn't be thinking of me." he said, glancing down at his empty coffee mug, failing to stifle a laugh. Lame, who laughs at their own jokes? Oh wait, Max does. Drumming his fingernails absent-mindedly on the table top, he caught a glimpse of the biggest of the three gesturing at Midori to go over before tapping a hand on his lap. Max waited for a few seconds, then turned casually in his chair to face the man and did the same beckoning motion with his hand before patting his own lap. "No? Suit yourself." he said with a cocked eyebrow and a simple shrug of the shoulders and turned away from them again, folding his arms on the table.

"yes, sir. The only female in my district, no others. And, yeah it can, especially at the parties. The men tend to ask me to do things at the parties such as lapdances and a stripper routine. I normally just laugh them off and make some sarcastic comment, but lately some of the men have been getting pushy and their comments and touches heading towards harassment. That's part of why I asked my chief if I could get away from the home office for a while."

To be honest, he only started listening at the lapdance/stripper routine bit. Working at the FBI certainly had its... perks, then. Maybe it was starting to sound like the movies. He felt a bit guilty though, as she got to the twist at the end about harassment. So much for sensitivity on my part, he thought, annoyed at himself. He didn't really know what would be an appropriate response to her, he was quite bad at this sort of thing, the whole "oh! I'm sorry to hear that" thing. So, he simply nodded apologetically. "Sounds crap." Well for her, anyway. He was sure the guys enjoyed themselves.

"You can use it more than I can. Drink this and I will get us some more."

"Thank you, kind Misses, feeding the poor." he waited until she'd signalled to the waitress to bring two more before pulling the mug of coffee closer to him. "I'll pay you back for this. And that one." he said, gesturing in the direction the waitress had gone to get more coffee as he raised the mug to his lips and gulped down a mouthful of the hot liquid.

(OOC: lmao the three men for a second reminded me of this Afrikaans surrealist short story we read in class once, where these three bald men go into a restaurant and start eating their food so insanely they start mistaking the group of spectators who'd gathered around their table for food as well and they eat them too until they devour everything including themselves. o_O in a nutshell. then at the end the waiter comes and calmly mops the place up. The story's very well written, actually, it's about the greed humans harbour in themselves and how that greed can destroy, but the men are always referred to as "the three bald men", like these three are referred to as "the three big men". xD yeah, that just kinda reminded me of it. o_o' went off on a tangent there, sorry. xD)