25 Unicorn Street, Tuesday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

Another day at the office.

Kerrigan tapped the code in with a sigh, pulled the door open, and went inside. She slammed it shut behind her, leaning against the surface for a few precious seconds before moving into the kitchen to get something to drink.

She should probably get to work on her suit's maintenance program.

Sarah flopped down on the couch and stayed there.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She poured another glass. Steadily. So steady it was unnatural.

"...Thanks," Kerrigan said, finally. "Roy."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Any time," he said, still softly but definitely sincerely, as he watched her pour, for a moment letting the sounds around them dominate the conversation.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I know," she said, finally, when her glass was full and the bottle had impacted back on the table. "I know you think it's a bad idea, Roy. I just--"

She ran a hand through her hair.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"It's what you need to do," he finished for her, bringing the glass up to his lips. He knew that too, understood all too well what it meant to carry a debt you couldn't repay.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," she breathed, her own grip on the glass wobbling slightly as she brought it to her own mouth. "Yeah, that's it."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He nodded and quickly drowned the memories threatening to surface in his whiskey.

"Thanks for not killing my staff," he mumbled after a moment.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Didn't want to take Montoya apart unless I absolutely had to." She reached over with one arm for a half-hug.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"It's appreciated," he said in a lighter tone, moving his glass to his other hand so he could return the gesture, softly squeezing her shoulder.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She tapped his head with her own for one short, empathizing moment, then pulled back slightly. "Just keep an eye on her. Girl's got issues."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Now he did look amused. "I don't think there's anyone working at the station who comes without issues," he replied and paused, his hand sliding down her back. "On the island actually."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She smirked at him. "Yeah, but most of them don't get into fights for no reason."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure she had a reason," Roy said gently. He just needed to figure out what it was.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Kerrigan snorted into her drink, "It's called projection."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He hummed noncommittally because even if there was truth there, she was part of his staff and his responsibility. "It wouldn't have happened if you'd just danced with me," he told Kerrigan.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Kerrigan snorted, "Because dancing would've kept me out of the ladies'."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"It's a possibility," he reasoned. "Or at least changed the timing."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She took another long drink off her whiskey. "Like I don't have enough trouble with..." she gestured vaguely at her head. Her tone was probably a little more bitter than expected.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He nodded, not really blaming her for the tone. "Still doesn't get you out of dancing," he told her, almost as if the words were meant to be reassuring.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Think it kind of does," she said, leaning back against his shoulder. Just a little. Shut up.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He sighed. "Maybe next time?" he tried, mostly joking. "Instead of getting into fights?" Not that he really expected it, the fact that she had been there had already been a lot.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I do fights better than dancing," she said.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"This I'm aware of," he agreed. "But I'm better at the dancing thing."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Bad soldier," she informed him, jokingly. And nudged him with her shoulder.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He snorted, leaning back against the nudging shoulder. "You don't send a sharpshooter into close combat," he pointed out.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"And you don't let a cop take a swing at black ops," she smirked back.