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((... SNEAK ATTACK POST... only not really. We all saw it coming.))

"Wishing a concussion on you seems a little much... maybe a cold. Or a sneezing fit. A parking ticket? Constipation." Icarus said as she dialed a number onto his phone. When she talked to the person on the other side of that phone he continued to smoke by the window. At Terry's question of if he really HAD to smoke by the window Icarus laughed.

"I guess I don't want to mess her up in the head more than she already is. If she's got a concussion I'm sure second hand isn't helpful... didn't you get one once?" He wondered vaguely. He tapped his cigarette on the sill and squinted. "Huh... I think you did... or maybe it was me." He frowned. "... The fact I can't remember seems to indicate that later, doesn't it?"

When Zoe was off the phone he watched her idly, but otherwise seemed uninterested. "Yeah. Me too. Probably why I smoke. Funny how that works." He recanted and he glanced at Stan's doggy head on his equipment and shook his head a little.

Why'd he bring them in again?

"Hm?" He asked and then he nodded. "It's fine." He said easily and stubbed out the end of his cigarette. "Whatever. I wasn't going to leave you out there on the sidewalk like that, I guess. I'm a cold hearted b*****d, but..." He trailed off. "... I don't really know, actually... payment." He put in after a moment. "For the book." And Icarus nodded once.

"That's it." He then raised one finger. "And Stan's incredible impression of the classic Lassie skit. It was... incredible. I felt like little Timmy and almost decided to go get trapped in a well... THAT good." Icarus laughed.

((POSTIE POSTIEEEE!))

Icarus gave Terry a sideways look and then laughed. "I have a client in at noon to get his computer back... after THAT... it's a day off." He paused and looked thoughtful. "... Usually I stick around here..." Icarus said slowly. "... but for you I'll make an exception. How long has been since you've been here? We'll find something a little more entertaining to do than watch me fiddle with computer parts, alright?"

The blonde then tapped his chin and grinned quite slowly. "I need to make a call." Icarus sauntered over to Zoe and lightly took the phone from her. "If you don't mind." Icarus said as politely as he could. He then wandered away as he dialed a number and placed the receiver to his ear.

The last thing that Terrence was able to hear was: "Hey. You'll never guess who I have in my living room."

((... Icarus... that's NOT a living room. LIES.... WHO DID HE CALL?! OMG WHUT?... *licks everyone*))

((I DUNNO WHO HE CALLED! So I'll poke you online. :O))

"Oh, I feel so honored," Terry said with a laugh and a mocking hand to his chest. He fluttered his eyelashes and gave Icarus a rather frighteningly good impression of a woman's smile, "You'd do that for little 'ol me? I might just faint right here 'n now, sugar." However, he wasn't able to hold that facade for long and gave a snort, almost losing his cigarette out of his mouth.

"It's been a long time." Terrence added in a more serious tone.

Once the phone exchanged hands and Icarus dialed a number, Terry's expression went from calm curiosity to slight worry. He did NOT like the tone the man in the other room was using to the unknown person on the other line, and he wasn't sure if he wanted said person to know it was indeed Terrence in the living room... If it could be CALLED a living room. More like a 'space in which someone probably wouldn't die if they were careful enough and remembered to eat and pee once in a while.'

He'd taken to tapping his fingers nervously on the back of the sofa, the beat probably stemming from some Black Sabbath song he'd listened to one too many times. It was coming to his attention, albeit slowly, that his hand was really hurting. He'd have to do something about that nice little cut he'd managed to get the night before.

Tapping ashes off his cig into a nearby bowl (he assumed that was safer than putting it in some computer parts) he looked down at Zoe as she turned towards him and gave a little laugh. A question appeared on his face when she opened her mouth to talk to him, and for a few moments it stayed there. However, as her statement registered in his half-hungover brain, he balked and very quickly found something interesting over his shoulder. "Uhyeahthanks."

Now, never let it be said that Terry wasn't a brave guy... There were just certain things that really made him uncomfortable....OHLOOKIFOUNDAWRENCH!

Snatching said wrench from Icarus' worktable, he scuttled over to the car he'd been looking at the previous night, popped the hood, and nearly dove headfirst into the engine, adjusting things here and there. Quite suddenly, he was ready for Zoe to leave. He wasn't too sure about her...

((Hahahahaha, he's such a wuss. XD;; ))

Zoe smiled at him and shrugged. "No problem. It's true. Women always go for the eyes first. I'm surprised you aren't married yet or something. I've seen a lot of eyes and nothing like your's. There was this one ti-" She trailed off when she realized Terrence was not listening and instead of left her. Her head turned, trying to find him when she heard tinkering of stuff. What it was, she'd never know unless she saw it, because she, as previously mentioned, had no clue a nut from a bolt or even a hammer from a nail.

With a soft sigh she turned her head back to the window. Then she noticed Mother Night sitting so lonely on the side table, so to give it some love and attention she picked it up and started to read the first few pages. As she read she whistled to herself, not any specific melody, but just a song she made up as she went along. In fact she had been making up this song since she learned to whistle, and it always stayed the same. To her though, it was new each time she whistled it. If she admitted it were the same...then she'd be rather upset at her lack of imagination in music.

Then Icarus came back and she looked up at him. "No, I wasn't flirting. I just commented on his eyes. Stating a fact wouldn't be flirting." She glanced at Terrence and laughed. "If I made you...uncomfortable...sorry." Then she was bombarded with questions and she flung her arms about as if just asked what the meaning of life was.

"So many questions!" She exclaimed but started to answer them anyways. "Fine, the 6th of...May, Zoe, I have no phone number, and Icarus." With a pleased smile she held the book out to him. "Looks good from the first few pages. Maybe you'll let me borrow it when you finish." Her curiosity peeked when he mentioned a girl coming over. Then it dropped. If she had known said girl, she had probably hated her, and vice versa. The only girls that had liked her, liked her for the popularity. Those not pretty enough or not dumb enough got the cruel end of the popularity stick.

Just as she started to wonder the door to the store opened. "Zoe? Hello? Oh go-" A crash came from the room and a mile long of cuss words emitted from the front of the store.

"Georgio! Back here!" Zoe called, twisting herself on the couch to see George rubbing his head as he came in, holding a monitor in one arm and computer in the other. His green eyes studied Zoe, making sure she didn't have any noticeable wounds before registering Icarus. For a minute the man studied him as well. He looked awfully familiar...

"Sorry...I tripped over a wire and it just all came crashing down, ya know...maybe you should get an extra hand to order things for you. Kinda safety hazard, man." He placed the two items on the floor carefully and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "You alright?" He asked of Zoe and leaned over her, handing her a bottle of pills and a coke. "You're such a stupid b***h." He grumbled and opened the coke bottle.

"And you're a p***k." She snapped back and took the pills and coke. "But I don't say anything...besides just now." They both glared at each other before Zoe gulped down the pills and coke. George looked over at the other two men, still feeling as if he should know them.

"If she caused any damage, I'll pay for it, she tends to break things easily...especially her head."

Icarus visibly flinched when the crashing noises came from the front of the store. He put his hands to his head and cussed right along with everyone else, since this seemed to be the trend.

"Ahhh... ahhhhh..." He was moaning softly. "Daaaamn it. If.. he... if he broke... the precious." He rubbed at his blonde hair and moaned to himself some more.

When George appeared with some electronics in his arms he looked quite relieved to see nothing was broken. He frowned at him a little. "I have an extra hand." He tossed a thumb at Terry. "What do you think that is? We just haven't gotten around to it." He then knelt on the floor along with his electronics as they were placed carefully on the floor. He checked them quite thoroughly before contributing to any further conversation.

Icarus nodded his head a few times and then glanced at Mother Night. "It's brilliant so far... like his other books." He grinned. "He's a strange writer... but he always gets out on paper just what he needs to say and DAMN does he say it well. He's also so cynical... but somehow he makes it hilarious." He laughed and then frowned. "... I always sound like a dork when you're around." He stated and curiously watched as Zoe was given coke and some medicine, though he did not ask about it.

"Hm? Oh." Icarus quirked his mouth a little. "No... she didn't break anything. YOU'RE the one who almost broke something. I think the only thing she'll owe me is another piece of meat." He waved a little at the rump roast she was using as an ice pack. "But she doesn't have a concussion... just in case you were curious about that."

Icarus then grinned at Terry. "THAT was delayed... and you'll like it. Trust me. I wouldn't call anyone you didn't want to see." And a smirk played on his face and then he frowned.

"Is there anything else you need?" He asked suddenly of the pair clustered around and on his sofa. "Moral support? Uh... love and affection? Uh... you look kind of familar." He stated pointing at George and then shrugged.

((Real fast...))

"You wouldn't call anyone I wouldn't want to see?" Terry sounded epically skeptical. ((say that five times fast >.o))

Leaving Icarus to discuss books with Zoe (he really didn't read much - never found the time between video games, strict parents, and escaping said parentals to go do things they didn't want him to do), he disappeared beneath the car again, ruining any reason he had a shower. Mmmm, oil. Mmmm, grime. Grease monkeys had it rough cleanliness-wise, didn't they?

Being that he hadn't ACTUALLY seen George, he wouldn't have been able to tell if he was familiar or not... So, he just did his thing, not-so-anxiously awaiting this mysterious arrival.

((Haha it sucks, but Aka said she had ideas, so I'm just... getting my bit in. Yeah.))

George gave a laugh as Icarus explained his lack of enthusiasm for men in maid outfits. "No, but you have to admit, females look best in the outfits. The traditional kind. Not the kind they wear now." He made a face, though strangely it still looked handsome on him before looking at mentioned woman. "Organizing?" He said aloud, seeming to think of it for a minute.

Zoe blinked at the two and frowned. "What are you picturing?" She said bitterly at George, knowing he was imagining her in a skimpy maid outfit. Her eyes flashed and she threw the empty coke bottle at him, for a moment a brief look crossed her face, one she used to have so many times in the past. It broke as she let out a sigh and smiled. "I organize books at the store. I'm not the best though...and Brad Pitt is hot. I think George is full of himself."

"Full of something anyways." The man muttered and picked the coke bottle off the floor. He spun it around in his fingers, the obvious skill picked up from years of playing sports. Back in school he had been the star player of nearly every sport, except for dance. His reputation was known for both being the heart throb of most girls and the envy of many boys. Ironic since now he was a lawyer, and therefore hated by many. "Mmmm...perhaps I can leave her here. Zoe?" He turned his green eyes on her and raised a brow.

She studied Icarus carefully, gave a shrug and nodded. "Yeah. I don't feel like going home. And I'd rather stay with people who don't annoy me." She shot George a look and added, "anyways, Stan seems intent on sleeping."

George nodded and turned around to see a dark woman entering the store. He watched her carefully and glanced towards Zoe who was watching her as well. They exchanged a look. "Zoe...why do I feel such dejavu being in this place?" He said exasperated and rubbed his forehead. "Well I need to leave. If she gives you trouble just threaten her. Works most of the time. And if my computer ever needs fixing...I could take it here." He laughed as Zoe glared at his head. He grinned to Karen before leaving, and finally walked out of the door. He felt strangely uneasy leaving Zoe there with them.

Zoe continued to watch Karen. With a strange look she smiled at her and pressed the meat back onto the her head. "Elf oh elf, please stop your constant hammering. It's painful to the soul." She pleaded and slumped into the couch. Stan stirred from his sleep at the yelling and raised his brown head, nose twitching in frustration.

((Haha soon perhaps she'll remember things...that is if the elf stops its hammering. D: ))