Kerrigan flashed a smile when Maverick deigned to grace them with his presence. "Hello, stranger," she greeted. "It's true. We've just been sharing our favorite memories of you."
"Aw, you guys," he drawled with a smile, obviously knowing that they were both being sarcastic. "You bring me a drink, Kerri?"
Kerrigan loathed when people called her Kerri, but it somehow lost its sting when it rolled through those lips. She let it go. "Yeah, Ambrose wanted to be sure I didn't forget you," she smirked, standing. "I really should go, though. I'm already on the hook with the boss. See you around, handsome," she winked at Maverick, who had shifted to let her pass. "Bye, Ambrose."
Mav leaned out of the office to watch Kerrigan's retreating figure with a smirk, then leaned back and headed for his desk. "You scoundrel," he said playfully to Ambrose.
Ambrose offered Kerrigan a small nod as she exited, then rolled his eyes at Maverick yet again. "Oh yes," he said. "You know me. If you hadn't interrupted I would have been shagging her on your desk in mere moments." He took another sip of his coffee which was, thanks to the clever spell whose caster he still didn't know, still the perfect temperature. "Actually," he added. "At one point she implied that you and I might be shagging, so I'm not sure what she thinks she's going to accomplish flirting with you all the time."
"Ah, you misunderstand Miss Vigliano," Maverick said, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the corner of his desk. "She doesn't want me. She's just bored," he shrugged a little. He picked up his drink and sniffed it, then took a drink. "She thinks we're shagging?"
Ambrose shrugged lightly, not letting on how much Kerrigan's implication had bothered him at first. "She insinuated as much." He was down to the dregs of his coffee, so he tilted his head back to drain it, then tossed the paper cup in the wastebasket. "Maybe she was just trying to get a rise out of me."
"Well, rest assured she didn't succeed," Ambrose said. Very little got a rise out of him, at least not in a way that anyone would know it. He had learned to curb his reactions to almost everything very long ago. To Maverick's question, he replied immediately: "No, nothing like that. She told me about her father, who's apparently head of MLE in Italy. Said she'd heard of me and wanted to meet me for ages, or some such bullshit." Ambrose was pretty sure he believed Kerrigan at this point, but it was better to say everything with some sort of disclaimer, to cover all of his bases.
"Oh yeah," Maverick nodded, "her old man's a huge deal over in Italy. I bet she got you with the stroke to the ego, though, didn't she?" he smirked knowingly at Ambrose, lifting his brows a couple times. Ambrose was one of Maverick's favorite people. He was simply so entertaining to be around, what with all that suppressed emotion he had stored up inside. And Maverick suppressed nothing.
Ambrose rolled his eyes yet again. He was surprised he didn't get dizzy from all the eye-rolling he did around Maverick. Ambrose had heard enough about stroking today; he didn't need Maverick using the word as well. "She did see fit to mention that she never heard of you until she got the job here, in case you were wondering."
"Well, mate, I'm not a pureblooded legend such as yourself," Maverick said simply. "She may not have heard of me before, but I guarantee she probably moans my name during her...personal time," he winked roguishly.
Ambrose shook his head. "You're a menace, you know that? It's probably the two of us together she's imagining. You should have heard her talking about what an unusually close and intimate friendship the two of us have." He paused for a moment. "None of it true, of course. Not even the friendship. I hate you, really." Ambrose didn't mean it for a second, and he knew that Maverick would know that. Maverick knew him better than anyone, and was likely to see through his sarcasm no matter how dry the tone.
"I hate you, too, bro," Maverick cut him a cheeky grin.
He dropped his feet to the floor and swiveled his chair toward his desk in one smooth motion, setting his cup aside. "So, it turned out to be nitroglycerin. You should have seen how desperate that little dragon girl was about it."
"Mmm," Ambrose murmured vaguely. He tried to avoid working with people in other departments generally, but those in the Magical Creatures department were some of the worst. Dirty, excitable, always showing off whatever slimy little thing they had found in a swamp somewhere. "I suppose you set her right, then." He wrote a few things on the paper he had abandoned on his desk, only half-listening to Maverick now.
"Nah, I let her go on a little dragon hunt," he chuckled. "Damn thing was so uptight. I think pretty bent on proving herself. Junior officer, you know. I like how me and you get bothered for any little matter and Magical Creatures sends out a junior officer, green as grass. Nice kid, though."
"I'll have you know that even I have boundaries," Maverick scoffed lightly at Ambrose's chastisement. "I just bought her lunch and I don't...think...I don't think I flirted," he said, pausing with a furrowed brow. Sometimes he couldn't tell that he was flirting, to be fair.
Teegan: For anyone not on the discord, the group thread has been started in the "Other Locations" board
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Teegan: A year, a month, and three days since the last shout. Still love you all! Hope we could someday find some free time in our crazy lives to get back here. Love this place!
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