OFA: In the library

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Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

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"Most police are, at least at first," she says, containing part of her amusement at this situation.

Honestly, flirting with Nikola Tesla--which is surreal on a level she never thought she'd get to--is fun.

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Nikola pulls back out onto the road. "As long as he continues to be thorough through Friday, I'll be content."

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"Only content? I'd think you'd want a little more than that," she says, with a half smirk.

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"I'll be content if he's thorough. I'll be pleased if he's talented."

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Raya laughs lightly. "Are you that discriminating with everyone?"

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Nikola shrugs and grins at her. "He's already passed the initial screening."

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"Oh, has he? And have I?"

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"You wouldn't be here if you hadn't."

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She chuckles. "Well, alright then," she smiles.

"It's just up at the corner," she murmurs; she's been paying attention to where he's going, even if she hasn't been terribly obvious about it. "Unless you've lost your desire?"

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"Not at all," Nikola says, pulling into the first parking space he finds.

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She smiles to herself, satisfied with the response. "Oh, good. I think you'll enjoy it."

And by 'it' she means an awful lot of very attractive people in various states of undress.

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Just the sort of thing he's likely to enjoy. He smiles at her as he gets out of the car, coming around the front to open her door.

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She almost laughs at it, but only ends up smiling as she sheds the coat and leaves it in the car; she won't need it now that it's darkening outside. Exposed entirely, it is very clear just how transparent that skirt is, made of just lace. Raya has a good body, as Nikola already knows.

"Do you know how to dance?"

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Nikola makes no effort to hide they way he takes in her appearance.

"Of course."

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Sometimes, she actually like that Nikola's so unashamed of whatever he happens to be doing.

It's nice to be appreciated, even as an object. "Like what you see?"

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Nikola slides an arm around her back as he steers her down the street. "It'll do."

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She smirks. "What it will do is the better question," Raya murmurs.

"Or who."

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"Who it will be doing had better be me, or it will be walking home," Nikola says, smirking.

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She chuckles, and looks over at him. "And if I find someone better?" Raya asks, perfectly innocent.

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He smiles and leans in close with a smug smile. "You won't."

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She mirrors him and leans in as well, getting close enough that it's inevitable they'll touch somewhere from neck to knee, just a light enough brush to be teasing.

She hasn't forgotten what he said about it earlier, but sometimes her devilish streak decides to show itself a little more. Now would be one of those times. "Awfully confident of that..."

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He shrugs confidently and continues on toward the club. "Someone better doesn't exist."

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She follows, immensely amused. "I'd say bet me, but I don't know what we'd be wagering."

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"Something you'd be loathe to part with, no doubt."

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"Got a suggestion?"