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[flynnitomite]

Now that we're getting all cozy and settled in here, it has occurred to me that I'm without some of my kit from back home, and I'm starting to feel a little naked without it.

I'm thinking of doing a little DIY to rectify that, so if anyone would be a dear and is willing to part with:

- windshield wipers
- hose clamps
- old brassieres (underwire only)
- a propane torch
- pliers
- a grinder

I'd be grateful and maybe even inclined to owe you a favour.

EDIT:

A GUN WOULD BE NICE TOO :)))

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[flynnitomite]

[He jerks his thumb at the entrance.]

Why don't we go in and have a sitdown and a drink? Trust me, this will be less weird if you see what I'm up to.

[tearsinajar]

A drink, sure. I could use a small one.

[ One last glance at him before she takes a step toward the bar. But then Elena pauses and makes a face, eying him. ]

You're just going to use the underwires? You aren't planning on like taking the fabric back with you and sniffing it, are you?

[flynnitomite]

What kind of pervert do you take me for?

[He's a little offended that she didn't come to the 'going to wear them' conclusion. It would be wrong but it wouldn't be so creepy and weird.]

[tearsinajar]

I don't know what you do in your spare time, Harry, nor do I want to know. I'm just saying - no sniffing.

[ Elena gives him one last look before heading to the front entrance. ]

[flynnitomite]

No sniffing, cross my heart.

[He puts those long legs of his to work to outpace her and open the door like a gentleman.]

[tearsinajar]

Good. Or else I'll be sticking a needle in your eye.

[ She starts as he brushes past but doesn't let it show. Only her brows come up as he's holding the door open for her and she murmurs her thanks, slipping inside.

Funny, has he always been so gentlemanly? Maybe it's just because he's getting her bras. That has to be it. ]

[flynnitomite]

[He's not above putting on airs of respectability when it comes to women. Or kissing ass. Or both. He follows her inside.]

I'm getting a beer. What's your poison?

[tearsinajar]

Make that two beers.

[ Finding a free table towards the back of the establishment isn't hard. Elena slips into the booth and opens up her pacdisk, looking about for where she'd put the bras.

Three come out, as discussed, a plain white cotton and two colored ones, a navy blue and a deep red. They sit on her lap half hidden as she keeps rooting around in the pack for her utility knife. ]

[flynnitomite]

Got it.

[He wanders up to the bar and orders two pints of the cheapest thing they have on tap. It might not be tasty but it will at least elicit a buzz, and that's all that matters.

Swill in hand, he brings it to the table, sliding one glass to Elena.]

Here you are.

[He takes note of her rooting around for something]

Lost something?

[tearsinajar]

[ His appearance and the drink comes as a distraction. She takes the glass with a thanks and gives it a sniff before taking a testing sip. Any foam on her upper lip is licked away. ]

My utility knife. Can't cut out the underwires for you without it.

[ That's when she pauses to eye him, his hips in particular where his pockets are. ]

You have one handy?

[flynnitomite]

[Forward-thinking. Well prepared. Utterly unlike her worse half, then.]

Clever thinking on your part. Careful, I might just take a shine to you if you keep on like that.

[He roots around his pockets and produces a razor.]

I managed to nick this.

[tearsinajar]

[ That's why she's the thinker behind everything. The brains of the operation.

Elena shoots him a look, half amused. ]

And you haven't already? I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Thanks.

[ She reaches for it and settles back in the booth as she gets to work on the first bra. ]

[flynnitomite]

Maybe a bit of both? Relivesappointed. Disrelieved.

[For his part, he's neither. Just ... bemused and intrigued that Drake's girl is going along with this. He can't figure out what her angle on this might be.

He takes a long draught of his beer and kicks his legs up beneath the table, resting his boots on her side of the booth.]

[tearsinajar]

Doesn't count. Those aren't even real words.

[ A glance over at his feet as they come up. Not going to roll her eyes, so not going to roll her eyes.

The first wire gets loosened. It comes halfway out before she sets the razor down to take a sip of her drink and gives his foot an elbow nudge. ]

I'm feeling crowded here.

[flynnitomite]

That never stopped Billy Shakespeare, did it?

[He sighs dramatically and slides his feet to the floor.]

Yes Mum.

[tearsinajar]

You mean William Shakespeare.

[ A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips and the butchering of her bra continues. ]

How old are you again?

[flynnitomite]

That's what I said. Good ol' Willy Shakes.

[He grins the exact sort of smartass crooked grin that got him stern lectures in his school days.]

And let's just say I'm "twenty-five."

[He even makes the air quote gesture with his fingers.]

[tearsinajar]

Uh huh.

[ Another look.

The wire comes free as she tugs it out, sliding it across to him. She's laughing then at the air quotes, a cackle really, and takes another sip, longer this time.

Of course she remembers that conversation. ]

I was going to guess thirty-six.

[flynnitomite]

You're not far off.

[He elaborates no further than that and instead digs some tools out of his pockets and gets to work on the wire Elena has given him.]

Now if you pay attention, you're going to learn how to make a Bogota rake.

[tearsinajar]

If you wanted a comb or needed one that bad, you could've just asked.

[ She's paused on the second cup, the metal peeking out, eying the tools he's gotten in his hands. ]

[flynnitomite]

Haha, very cute.

[He glances up from his work briefly to look her in the eye.]

It's a lockpick.

[He gets back to work with a pair of wire cutters, measuring out a length of underwire and snapping it free. Beside him he's got various pliers and files.]

[tearsinajar]

You're seriously making lockpicks out of my bras? Seriously?

[ Both her tone and the look she gives him back are deadpan. Somehow, Elena should not be surprised. ]

[flynnitomite]

I sure am.

[He says it without any shame and perhaps a hint of glee.]

They're a useful thing to have in general, you never know when you might need 'em.

[tearsinajar]

Funny, most guys I know hate them.

[ But Elena knows what he's referring to. Lockpicks. They come in real handy. Thing is...she's never needed one. ]

There aren't any shady vendors around that can get scrap metal from?

[flynnitomite]

No no no, scrap vendors deal on a bigger scale than this. You know, old cars and industrial leftovers and whatnot. It's not impossible that they'll receive a large shipment of short thin pieces of steel, but it's not likely.

Much easier to seek out common household objects, like the humble brassiere.

[He twirls he bit of metal he's holding for emphasis and then uses it to measure out a matching length of wire, and shears it off.]