Larry Altmann: Into the restaraunt he
comes, sighing a little as he does. It's late. He needs food. Anything will do.
Samantha Jacobs: She remains slumped in
her seat, slowly sipping that cup of soup.
Larry Altmann:
10,9,8,8,4,
Larry Altmann: He smiles as he sees Sam,
and starts walking her way. "Bubbala!" A chuckle. "Funny finding you here. I was
just thinking, 'Where's my favorite Head of Security? I wonder how she is?'"
Samantha Jacobs:
2,4,9,7,5,7,2,
Samantha Jacobs: She looked around, as if
spooked for a moment before she realizes who's talking to her. She pauses and
then forces herself to relax in her seat again. "Hey Larry." She grunts quietly,
setting the cup of soup down, smiling a bit to him.
Larry Altmann: He slides into the seat
opposite from her, frowning. "You okay, kiddo? You look a little farklempt."
Samantha Jacobs: "I look like what?"
She blinks slowly at him. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine, just got caught thinking for a
moment."
Larry Altmann: "Farklempt. Out of sorts."
He smiles a little. "Didn't look like good thinking to me."
Samantha Jacobs: She 'heh's softly and
looks down, and then back up again. "I do stupid shit like that sometimes. I'm
okay, Larry. How're you?"
Larry Altmann: He spreads his hands. "Can't
complain. Well, I guess I can always complain, but then, it would have less
impact when something's really wrong."
Samantha Jacobs: She snickers softly.
"Yeah, I guess so." She runs a hand back through her hair. "Why are you out so
late?"
Larry Altmann: "Late night meeting with the
execs at Ravynwings's marketing folks. They love to drag things out until the
last possible moment, and always meet late, for some reason." A shrug.
Samantha Jacobs: She slowly raised an
eyebrow, and then just nodded. "Gotta be a pain in the ass sometimes."
Larry Altmann: "Oh, sweetie, you have NO
idea. Not like I've got much else to do with my life, beyond worry, but still. I
like trying to beat traffic home during rush hour, not fighting it in the
opposite direction." He grins a little.
Samantha Jacobs: She chuckled slightly,
relaxing as she spoke to Larry. She almost always did. "Want me to threaten them
to change their times?" Teasing, almost. Teasing for Sam, at least.
Larry Altmann: "From your mouth to God's
ears, Bubbula." He grins. "But no, I piss them off enough, with my outrageous
demands for such horrible things as artist's creative liberty and whatever other
things the tachters has me throw at them." A wink.
Samantha Jacobs: She snickers softly,
though the mention of God seems to unerve her a bit. She quickly covers it
though. "Well, if you ever need me to, just ask. S'what I'm good at."
Larry Altmann: "You're good at many things,
sweetie. A woman of many talents. But yeah, when I'm ready to get to the
hardcore negotiating, I'll let ya know."