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[ Draft 5 ] Taking Initiative

Several files have been taken from my quarters.

[There's some rustling in the background. Meth is searching for something, somewhere.]

I will forgive the intrusion in my room if my things are returned immediately--

[She breaks off abruptly, and then there's another loud noise as something drops to the ground where she's searching.]

These must be returned without further delay. Any information on the whereabouts of my things will be greatly appreciated.

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Someone broke into your room!?

[Whaaaaaat.]

...

[Nice try, playing dumb, Chase. Just for that she's yanking the lower drawer of your dresser out and dumping it over.]

Yes. Happen to know anything about it?

[Meth's tone was deceptively mild.]

Is that what you were on about the other day?

[Bottom drawer contents: pants.]

Huh.

...

Yes.

[Nothing interesting there. Meth moved on to the next drawer.]

Is that all you have to say?

[Yeah, Chase! A callous and yet attractive woman is the victim of a break and enter! Be more considerate.]

Well, uh. If I can help you out at all...? With getting your stuff back, I mean.

Tell me where you hid them.

[Yanking the drawer out, she started tossing the contents out, searching, searching, and making a lot of noise in the process.]

Where I hid them!?

I didn't steal your junk! Why you pinning this on me!?

You've already proven you have no problem going into places you don't belong.

[She wasn't sure she actually believed he'd taken the files, but it was somewhere to start. Meth mutters to herself in frustration.]

So much crap on the floor...could be anywhere...

[She thinks that Chase is the culprit. And she's somewhere that's a bit of a sty.]

[2+2=whaaaaaat.]

... Where are you right now...?

[Meth doesn't reply. She's too busy looking through his stuff, and his conversation is less than enlightening.]

[Just to be safe, he drops his current pet project - something spurred on so magnificently by a challenged pride and determination - to go and check on his room. He could use a break with it anyways; it's not like when he opens his cabin door he actually expects to see---]

...

[--Meth searching through his dresser's top drawer. She didn't turn around when the door opened, but continued picking out the clothing inside and tossing it behind her. That it happened to be underwear didn't seem the phase her.

Making an annoyed sound, she moved on from the dresser and started pulling the covers off his bed.]

[Why hot but mean construction girl was going through his underwear he didn't even know.]

[Deer in headlights deer in headlights--]

[--CHASE THIS IS A BREAK AND ENTER]

Oh my god what the hell are you doing in my stuff!?

Searching, obviously.

[Hmm, nothing under the top cover, or the sheet. Meth reached under a corner of the mattress and stripped off the bottom sheet. Nothing.]

[Then? Seeing this logical progression? Chase gets nervous.]

I think you should leave.

Like--

[He approaches, intending on putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her out;]

Right now.

No.

[She ducks out of reach of his hand and flips the mattress with a small grunt. Her eyes widen at first, expression lighting up at finding something beneath...]

There we are...

[Meth grabbed the papers before he could stop her, and flipped them over to find...

...porn.

Her eyes widened a moment and she looked over at Chase with an amused smirk, waving them about.]

Interesting reading materials.

[Chase swiped at it, snatching it all back on the second try and literally throwing the now partially ripped and very crinkled loose-leafed magazine pages under the mattress - the mattress which he subsequently got a death grip on and wrenched down, all hunched over it and putting the majority of his weight onto keeping it down.]

[And then he was perfectly still - saying nothing, grip on the mattress not relenting, holding it down forcefully as if drowning a man.]

[Hot girl found your porn, Chase.]

[Hot girl found your porn.]

. . .

[Meth let him take the magazines and took a step back. He was so flustered, so embarrassed. It was almost enough to make Meth smile.

Feeling a bit tired however, she dug into her pocket, pulled out something green and popped it into her mouth. After chewing a moment, Meth took a deep breath, looking around Chase's room. It had been messy before, but now it was even worse. Not that she cared. What mattered was that she hadn't found the files yet. She took another step back and took a seat on Chase's bed, looking around critically.]

If you hide those under your mattress...where would you hide files that weren't yours, that I haven't checked? Hm.

[Chase didn't move from where he was, just... hung his head in embarassment, death grip on the edge of the mattress the only thing keeping his nerves from falling away from him in pathetic tatters.]

[When he spoke to Meth, he spoke slowly, somewhat sternly, so that there would be no misunderstandings here:]

I didn't.

Take.

Your files.

[Meth merely raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged.]

I have no reason to believe that on your word alone.

[Hm. Perhaps there was more under the mattress. She moved off the bed and yanked it up to reveal a journal of sorts. Meth reached for it...]

[Chase looked over at the yank, saw this happening, and internally freaked the fuck out. It was a reflex to abruptly snatch it from its discovered hiding place, because Meth? Had enough fodder on him already. He held the book close and backed up a step, caught between apprehension and honest irritation.]

Seriously.

[Chase - you are striking out, here. You sure?]

Like, get out.

[She's unapologetically all up in his personal space.]

[Yep, he's sure.]

[She raised an eyebrow at Chase a moment. The journal didn't interest her. It didn't contain her drafts, after all. Chase seemed to be really worked up at this point so Meth resorted to some shiftier measures to buy just a little more time.]

Hm, are you sure that's what you want?

[Something had changed in her demeanor, and Meth moved in front of Chase a moment before pushing him back against his bed.]

I thought you offered to help me find my things.

[He stumbled back, ass now planted on that bare mattress. He blinked stupidly up at Meth, the coldness in her having switched off to a dangerous and strong sensuality. Who was he to know - nor care - that he could be played like a fucking fiddle by this?]

W-well, yeah, but...

[Shifty eyes.]

..."Help" doesn't mean "stand by while you bust into my place because you think I stole your stuff."

[Meth laid a hand on his chest and pushed him back as she brought her knee up onto the bed, just beside his legs.]

I had to establish your innocence for myself.

[Her other knee rose up and rested on the other side of his legs. She leaned over him, holding herself up with the heel of her hand pressed into the mattress.]

By any means necessary.

[When he was pushed back a second time and her long blonde hair fell like a curtain around him, he forsook deeper thoughts and motor functions for a moment.]

...

[His recovery from shock-induced paralysis subsided to general skepticism. Yes, this was happening - and it was happening to him. So he murmured to himself, because it seemed like the only logical thing to do in this exquisite, exquisite Twilight Zone.]

O-kaaay, am I dreaming, orrr...?

[But Chase knew an opportunity when he saw one, and "innocently" one free hand slinked down to slip around the back of the woman's thigh, just above the knee...]

I didn't say you could do that.

[Her tone was a bit more firm. Meth reached back, grabbed his hand and moved it up. She shifted her weight to hold it against the bed. It left her other hand free.]

So are you still offering to help me...Chase?

[Slowly she trailed her fingertips down from his neck, down his chest, lower until pausing just at his navel...]

[His eyes trained on Meth's hand with a sort of pleased fascination, all delicate fingertips and pressing his buttons. And when she didn't say that you could do that, Chase, she obviously meant it; she was a woman that knew what she wanted, and that grip on his wrist was a testament to this.]

Yes.

[He answered quickly, because it's not something he had to think about.]

[This was a thing he wasn't thinking about.]

[It was easy to catch his reactions, perhaps even take an educated guess at the effect she was having on him. He was enthralled, and he said yes, which is exactly what she'd wanted of him.

Meth's free hand traveled up, stopping to cup his cheek. She leaned in, lips parted, eyes starting to close...]

I'll be in touch.

[Meth pulled away, trying very hard not to smirk in amusement.]

[Chase's free hand brushed across the curtain of her hair like a harp, and he rose slightly from the mattress to meet her seduction and subsequent cockteasing with---]

[...wait, what?]

[Left there to flounder for a moment with lips puckered, Chase sat up quite abruptly and propped himself there with his arms out behind him.]

But I thought that--

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[Meth pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head.]

Shhh...No. I have work to get back to. See what you can find out about my files.

[She made her way to the door, careful not to step on anything, and turned the knob. There, she paused and looked back at him.]

Come find me on site if you find anything. You need to work quietly and discreetly, understand?

Uhhhh. Sure...?

[He blinked as she flounced off, leaving him to ponder all of the goings on of the past-- what, ten minutes? Tops? And when he was positive that she was completely gone, he just sat there some more, not quite sure of what to do with himself just yet.]

[...What just happened, here.]

[What had happened? Meth had just searched Chase's room, trashing it in the process, used his libido to get him on her side when she was in danger of really pissing him off, and snagged a trinket in the process.

She pulled a set of dog-tags on a chain out of her pocket and began whistling to herself as she sauntered down the hallway to head back to the temple.

It had been time well spent, in her opinion.]

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