[Hopefully Jefferson doesn't notice the utterly wicked smile that appears after he says those words. IT'S BASICALLY PERMISSION! YOU ALL HEARD IT! Try not to snoop too much as in MAKE AN ATTEMPT but you're gonna do it anyway so don't go overboard. He literally unleashed the mischief beast.
As Jeff goes for the phone, Kenzi tip toes around, taking in the little details of the house. The first thing she gravitates to is the bar. Makes sense. Bartender, likes to perfect his craft, perfectionist. OR! ... Raging alcoholic. Which, okay, not a huge concern considering herself. She'll keep an eye on that. Nice decor, though. Fits with the eccentric mental image she has of him via Jefferson's description.
Now to find the bedroom as soon as Jeff's back is turned... What can she get up to in there. Also, resisting the urge to pilfer various trinkets is going to be hard, but she wants to make a good impression! So... nothing above insurable value. Yes. Good rule, Kenzi. Thanks, Kenzi.
She slips away to start examining shelves and going through drawers. Some of the stuff this Eliot dude has is... interesting. No, like, interesting. So interesting, in fact, that she feels like she'd see this kind of shit in Trick's back room at the Dal. Mystical shit. Like... ritual... spell-type shit. Magical shit. Well then. She's starting to like, fear, and get preemptively paranoid about this guy already. Does Jeff know he's into this stuff? Does Jeff KNOW about this stuff? It would be nice to have a conversation about selkies and ogres without someone trying to get you in a straight jacket.
Speaking of straight jackets... and bondage... what's in drawer number three?
Jeff is still on the phone when she comes up behind him. Soooooo quiet. Quiet as a mouse made of air or-- something that doesn't make noise. Look, she's distracted, she can't make good mental comparisons right now! Not when she's carefully positioning the thing in her hand for maximum shock value when it makes contact with Jefferson's ear.
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As Jeff goes for the phone, Kenzi tip toes around, taking in the little details of the house. The first thing she gravitates to is the bar. Makes sense. Bartender, likes to perfect his craft, perfectionist. OR! ... Raging alcoholic. Which, okay, not a huge concern considering herself. She'll keep an eye on that. Nice decor, though. Fits with the eccentric mental image she has of him via Jefferson's description.
Now to find the bedroom as soon as Jeff's back is turned... What can she get up to in there. Also, resisting the urge to pilfer various trinkets is going to be hard, but she wants to make a good impression! So... nothing above insurable value. Yes. Good rule, Kenzi. Thanks, Kenzi.
She slips away to start examining shelves and going through drawers. Some of the stuff this Eliot dude has is... interesting. No, like, interesting. So interesting, in fact, that she feels like she'd see this kind of shit in Trick's back room at the Dal. Mystical shit. Like... ritual... spell-type shit. Magical shit. Well then. She's starting to like, fear, and get preemptively paranoid about this guy already. Does Jeff know he's into this stuff? Does Jeff KNOW about this stuff? It would be nice to have a conversation about selkies and ogres without someone trying to get you in a straight jacket.
Speaking of straight jackets... and bondage... what's in drawer number three?
Jeff is still on the phone when she comes up behind him. Soooooo quiet. Quiet as a mouse made of air or-- something that doesn't make noise. Look, she's distracted, she can't make good mental comparisons right now! Not when she's carefully positioning the thing in her hand for maximum shock value when it makes contact with Jefferson's ear.
... It's a dildo. Surprise.]
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