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[xiii_legion]

Pullo returned to his room after his shift had finished, divesting himself of the station security uniform and plunging himself into a hot shower in hopes of waking himself up a bit after the drudgery of the past few hours - broken up only by a visit from the effervescent and scintillating Amy Pond. Dressing in an altogether more casual outfit, he contemplates himself in the mirror briefly - gods, he needs a haircut - before selecting a bottle off the shelf and preparing to pour himself a drink. Just as he's about take that first lovely sip his door chirps to tell him someone's arrived.

He grins.

"Well, there you are, love," he comments upon opening the door to find Amy there. "I was wondering whether you'd forgotten about our little plan. Glad to see your appetite for mischief is still high."

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[girl_who_waited]

She's at his door in a different outfit than before, but she's also got a bottle in her hand as well as two mugs that're dangling by the handles. "I've never not got an appetite for mischief," she said with a grin, moving to flop onto the edge of his bed, holding out both mugs to offer him one. "You've got a bottle opener in here, right?"

She's grinning at him, her brows raised like Are we going to do this or not? Mostly because while she could have pre-gamed, she hadn't yet, and while she had no idea if they'd actually get to the crime and mayhem, they had a bottle (or two, if he also had one) to kill and then see what happened.

[xiii_legion]

Pullo stepped back to let Amy into his room; there were sadly very few ladies barging into his room lately, so this was a distinct improvement. "Bottle opener, corkscrew, quantum thingamajig... I've got plenty of devices, don't you worry. Can open all sorts of things."

He turned to fetch the bottle opener from the shelf; when he turned back Amy was on his bed, grinning up at him in a way that almost made him want to forget the drink all together. Almost.

"Well, give it here, then," he said, holding out a hand and beckoning for her to hand over the bottle. "Let me do the honours."

[girl_who_waited]

She offered him the bottle, and leaned back on her hands as she watched him open it. She was at the point that she didn't really care how good the alcohol was, just that she'd gotten it - even though it was supposed to be pretty good. She held out her mug when it was open, her brows raised. "So, if this is absolute slop, that means we just drink it faster. No prolonging our agony." She smiled up at him, and assumed that he'd come sit back next to her after he'd poured them both a glass.

"I mean, we could just down it anyhow. It's not so much about what we drink, but that we're drinking, right?" Even though when she took a sip her brows shot up. "It's quite good!" She sounded amazed. "Seriously, that's far better than I'd thought it'd be."

[xiii_legion]

Amy felt the mattress give as Pullo sat down beside her - he was a big man, tall and muscled, and he was sitting close enough that his arm brushed hers as he lifted his own mug for a drink. "You're not wrong," he chuckled after an experimental gulp. "You certainly know how to bring the quality. I should've invited you 'round a lot earlier."

[girl_who_waited]

She leaned against his arm in a sort of nudging motion before she shrugged. "Don't expect this every time, usually I find something that's sat too long... somewhere and has turned into alcohol by sheer force of will." She smiled with her nose wrinkling, and she bumped her boot against his shoe. "So, now that you're off duty, Officer-" And then she paused. "Sorry, do you go by 'Officer'? I mean, there's a load of titles that probably work, but I don't know if it's one you use."

She took another swallow, and then tipped her head back. "I mean, I don't know what my title is. Navigator's a job, not a title, and I'm not doing much navigating anyway - that's mostly Jack. I'm just... curious."

[xiii_legion]

"Naw, I'm just Pullo," he told her with shake of her head. "Sometimes 'Mr Pullo' if Rogers is feeling like being all formal, but he's the only one who calls me that." Pullo didn't stand on formality much; it occasionally made working with Rogers difficult, but somehow he managed.

"Curious Pond. Dunno how that works as a title, but it's a pretty good description all the same." Another swig, another swallow, and then he turned towards her a bit more, grinning at the wide-eyed look on her face. For all that she claimed to be tough and feisty (and she was at that), there was a core of innocence about Amy that seemed nigh-unshakeable. Pullo liked that. "'Course, if we were going that way we could use all sorts of words. Stunning. Sexy. Scottish."

[girl_who_waited]

"Well, that's good," Amy said with a smile. "Mr. Pullo sounds weird, but Officer Pullo sounds like no fun, so it's better that you're just yourself." She leaned over and bumped shoulders with him as she smiled, huffing out a breath.

"Curious Pond? Seems more like a general statement about me, rather than my title. Like, I am a curious Pond." She grinned as she said it, arching her brows at him for a moment. "Oh?" She asked when he said they could use all sorts of words, and she grinned when he complimented her. 'Stubborn," she said, keeping with the alliteration, and then she took another swallow herself. "You think I'm stunning?" She raised her brows as she looked at him - Sexy, she'd gotten before, but stunning - she didn't really seem the glam type, if you asked her, and it was... flattering, in a way. In every way, really, so long as he didn't mean the TASER sort of stunning.