At Ms. Dvorak's house; New London, Britannia:
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Beg your pardon. I thought I was the only one in the house. Which is why I'm wearing this ridiculous outfit... Well, at least I look good. Heh. Who am I kidding? I look fabulous… High five? No. I'm not surprised. Is there any red wine?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): I don't know. I'm not sure. I don't drink.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): … Really!?! Why? Religious reasons or are you on the wagon?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): No. I just don't drink. My line of work is much easier when one isn't inebriated. I see no reason to dull my senses.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Excuse me, dude. Look, I know you're all powerful & you could probably take me down, but if you don't take three steps back, your boys are coming with me. You make me a little too uncomfortable. I don't trust people who don't drink.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): My boys? I'm afraid I don't understand. I apologize. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I have that effect on people.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Yeah, yeah. I hate this job. The pay is shit. It's dangerous as hell, but life here on this side is never boring. Woohoo! Jackpot! Come to me, Senor Malbec! … You should really learn to relax, Yong.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): ... I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): The part where I told you to relax? Or that I'm excited about the wine?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): No. I understand the concept of relaxing and I know what wine is perfectly well. I was born in Nice. I speak French, English, Korean and Spanish fluently. However, I don't understand the majority of the sentences which you speak.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): … I really want to kiss you right now.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): ...Please don't.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): That's a shame… I'm taking my wine out to the garden. Have fun… Oh. Wait. You don't like to do that.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): No. Not really, miss. I am -- sorry if I upset you.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Whatever… It's just one more example of why I shouldn't be here.
A short time later, in the back garden:
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Oh Jesus! Hari! Watch where you're... Oh shit! SHIT! Ha ha! Fuck... You got your shirt with my fucking cigarette.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Merde! Nate, what the hell are you doing back here?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): I skipped over. I was gonna drop this shit off to Ms. Dvorak. Yesterday was a weird fucking... You alright?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Oh, just lovely… Actually no, I'm not. I'm lonely, feeling out of place, and extremely horny. Not to mention, the first man who is remotely interesting is made of ice. So, I'm going to sit here with Señor Malbec until I walk.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Shit... I wish I could say something comforting right now. You wanna a cigarette?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Thanks but, it'll stunt my growth. Heehee. I kid but yeah, I don't smoke.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh. Yeah. God forbid you end up a tiny ass little thing. If you don't want me to smoke, pass over that bottle. So what ice man did you hit on? Or should I hazard a guess...
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): It's not a secret… The beautiful Korean tightwad.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Oh shit... You didn't! Well, he is good looking, that's for damn sure. And uptight as shit! Something tells me it didn't go well. He is a freaky motherfucker, that's for sure. I've only ever met one person as disconnected as him.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Besides, your hot ass boyfriend?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Pffft! Ha ha ha! Fuck no! He might've been uptight as shit, and kinda--OK-- maybe a little disconnected, but he wasn't. Not really. He was just storing it all up inside. Burying it, ya' know? Burying it deep, sure, but everything was all still there. Heh. Didn't take much for him to start expressing himself. Mr. Machine Gun in there is something different.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): So, you think he's like Carver?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Yeah. You get the fucking kewpie doll. Not exactly, cuz I'd probably be loosing my fucking shit if that were the case. He ain't that broken yet. But, yeah. It's that... It's something in the eyes. Course, I think Yoyo could've ended up like that too, way she was going. What do I know?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Awww, I just wanna hug the broken boy soldier.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh. Course it does. Broken pretty boys're like CATNIP for lonely girls with too much eyeliner. ...Ouch! Tell me I'm lying!
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Of course, you're not… Oh no! He's watching us from the window. Do you think he knows we're talking about him?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): He does now cuz I'm fucking waving at him. Hellooo, Mr. Sexy! We're talking about your crazy ass!
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Damn it! You're a real fucking ass-wang.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh heh. Yeah. I know it. Thank god it's not just lonely girls with a fucking soft spot for broken assholes. :-P
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Are you trying to collect the whole set? Leave some for the rest of us… Oh, look at the way his brow gets all crinkled when he has no idea what's going on. It's adorable.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): HA HA! Oh... Oh shit. I wasn't talking about him. If I started dating someone like him, you'd hear about us on one of those made-for-TV documentaries 10 years later where all our neighbors are saying shit like, "They seemed like such nice men." Man, you got the hugest damn lady boner for him, don't you? Shit... Good luck. I can't even tell which way that fucker swings.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): With my luck, he's batting for your team.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Who can tell? Is he still looking?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Yes. Apparently, we're interesting… Or he's thinking of ways to kill us.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Please. He already knows plenty of ways to kills us. Wanna find out which team he bats for, kiss me. If he looks at you, he likes girls, if he looks at me, he likes boys, if he turns around disgusted, give it up. Start hitting on the paperboy or the greengrocer or some shit.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Seriously? … Oh, what the hell. Come here, you ridiculous gay boy.
A minute later:
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): ... So? Which way is he looking?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): … At both of us. Bozhe moy. What the hell does that mean?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Uhhh... Shit. Fucked if I know. Either he's into both, he's thinking about how he can use this info to blackmail one of us later, or he's so fucking turned off that it didn't do anything for him, and you should seriously start hitting on the paperboy.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Heh. Well, thanks for trying. Damn! I need another bottle of wine… and my pajamas.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): No biggie. Shit. Will you give this info to the ol' battleaxe for me? I should really be getting home. No offense to you and the no doubt AMAZING fucking kiss, but I'd really rather be with my boyfriend right now...Yesterday was kind of a shitty day.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Sure. She should be back tomorrow. See you later, Nate.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Thanks. See you later. Good luck with Mr. Personality.
A short time later, in the kitchen:
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Excuse me, I need another bottle. Is there a reason you've been staring out at the garden?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): Here you are. I was watching for two reasons. One, it is my job to know what's going on. Two, the back garden is riddled with mines, tripwires, bombs and other incendiary devices. I would have warned you if you were coming too close to one.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Really? That's very sweet. Wait. What's your angle?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): I don't have an angle. My job is to ensure my employer stay safe. I suspect an explosion on the grounds cause more attention from the local authorities than we would like, don't you? ... And I suspect Ms Dvorak would be most distressed if I allowed harm to come to some of her people... I was under the impression the man named Nathaniel was involved with Mr. Wilkes.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): What? Oh, that. Yeah, he's with Aiden. We were testing a theory. And, surprise, surprise he's still gay.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): ... As you say.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): ... Actually, we were trying to figure you out.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): I don't understand.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Yeah. I can see that... Oh well, chasing after the paperboy it is.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): ... Ah. I understand. You're talking about sex. It doesn't really matter which way I swing, miss. I'm working.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): All the time? Don't you ever have time off?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): Not while I'm here. I am Mr. Rodchenko's only security.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): ... So, if someone were to visit you in Nice on a day? What day would you be free? And, would you be interested?
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): It depends on the week. Most days I'm free in the mornings. And it would depend on the person.
Ariadne (to Ji Yong): Hmmm. Fair enough. Well, maybe we'll bump into each other some morning in Nice, then.
Ji Yong (to Ariadne): Very good, Ms Fenris. Good night.
