sunday morning in the east end

[sonia_alcana]

On her days off, it's rare that Sonia gets out of bed before noon. For starters, she's a night owl, and when she's working she tends to build up something of a sleep deficit. Then there's the fact that without much of a social life, when she isn't working she doesn't really have any tangible reason to get out of bed at a decent hour.

This morning, though, she's wide awake at 8:30 am. Slipping quietly out of bed, retrieving her service pistol from the safe in her closet, and making her way to the living room.

Someone is in her apartment, and she sure as hell did not invite them in.

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[alfonso_conde]

Bane pulls up a chair, and stares off in the distance, deep in thought. Finally, he says: "Sorry, I should be thinking of ways we can undermine Rupert Thorne, rather than alternatives to 'Sugarshack.' I promise I'll be more on point now, Slapshot."

"I should call Dent. I need more information on Rupert Thorne before we can proceed."

[sonia_alcana]

"Just don't tell him I sent you, he might never speak to me again."

There's a slight pause.

"And just for the record, we're not... dating, or whatever. That means you don't get nickname privileges."

[alfonso_conde]

"What does dating have to do with anything? I'm not dating Stinky or Dr. McBiscuits. I haven't even introduced myself to 'Slappy' Dent yet."

"At any rate, I'll see about getting the media off your necks. If you think I'm a complication, just imagine fifteen guys with my exuberance and cameras to boot."

[sonia_alcana]

"I try not to," Sonia says, sipping her coffee. "I have my own job to do already, and it's not wrangling the media."

Which is good, because she'd be terrible at that.