A Change of Scenery

She probably looked like some college student trying to sneak out of the dorms with shoes in her hands. It was a tad bit creepy how close tabs were kept upon Jacob. It felt like Uzume was the residential lady that poked her nose into people's business...Or person in this case. She'd probably make an excellent person in charge for the local neighborhood watch. Speaking of that night, it went...smoothly up until the point where she was too drunk to do anything and took comfort into Jacob's sheets instead. Then again, it worked out anyway because instead of a one-time fling, here she was moving in with him...Even if it was for a unique situation.

The girl was sharp and Lenn didn't expect anything to go past her...and it was also amusing as hell watching Jacob squirm from the antics of a someone who he had to look down at height-wise. She thanked her for the drink and well, everything sort of made sense. There were people out there that simply clicked together like pieces of a puzzle coming together. She could see why though. Jacob was a really nice guy and those were extremely hard to come by; a rarity in her job. Those guys were the first ones to go and Jacob almost fell into that lot. That's why she decided to put down her gun...or just hide it, really. Paranoia lasts forever.

One thing that was new though was the fact that now she too was lounging on the couch with her new neighbor. And to think it took nearly four drinks for her to somewhat warm up to Jacob's presence the first time they met...

Socializing was kind of cool. It was another way to gather information and it didn't involve mentally breaking people or punching the intel out of someone. It was relaxing and the drink was delicious. Best part of all the whole thing was spatter-free. Now an interesting (and sort of relieving) thought was the casual say about Uzume's 'girlfriend'. "Oh? Keepin' away from 'yer woman? You two aren' gettin' along er' sumthin?" curiosity was aroused, but wait...That was none of her business. Maybe she should throw something in there. "Ah, sorry luv'. None of moi buisness there."

When Lenn thought about it, she had no idea how Jacob really fought and that apartment incident hardly counted for anything. It was more of a hit-and-run situation. What she did know was that Jacob was lousy at dodging bullets. Honestly, when she looked back at that situation besides Jacob nearly dying on the operating table, it was kind of...funny to her. It was funny in a sense of that there were a ton of morons trying to ice a single woman and her lover. There were...What, ten? Fifteen? Twenty of them? She couldn't keep track. It was hard when your body felt like it was about to melt and there were men stitching bullets into your apartment walls. Hopefully the security deposit helped with the mess...

She took a generous sip of her drink and she would have been lost in thought if it weren't for Uzume wanting to know some 'embarassing' things about Jacob. Hm, talking about Jacob being lousy at avoiding pot shots was probably a bad idea. She shrugged with a smile. "Well so far, Jacob's off th' hook. Sometoimes he can snore loud enough to wake th' ded, but thas' all oy' can give ya fer now," she casually said and finished off her drink. That was a safe play. Ah well, she was going to be living with him now. Surely he was going to slip up at some point.

"As fer me...Well, oy' model for a few gun magazines...It's fun. Pays pretty decent. There wasn't much excoitement in m'life 'till he decided t'bug me in tha' noightclub," she said with a laugh. In a way, this whole thing was a bit more exciting than a mission. It almost felt like she was an agent; a spy that had to keep her second idenity under wraps.

Lenn knew exactly where this was going. Uzume was sharp for a reason. She was observant...Perhaps too observant for her own good. Then again, Lenn couldn't jump to any conclusions (or to the gun in her bedroom) based upon an observation. Poker-faced Lenn remained unfazed. Of course Uzume would have recognized her from the magazines. Although it was one hell of a coincidence that Uzume was subscribed to The Gentleman's Gun, there wasn't any proof that Uzume knew what Lenn really was behind the lingerie. This was just a shot in the dark.

Uzume must have been talking about the front cover of the twenty-fourth issue. The lingerie shot with the Barret 50 Cal was by far the photographer's favorite. There were other photos, but that particular one seemed memorable. Plus it felt good, cold, and heavy in her hands. "Oh? Heheh, ye' thas' me alroigh' with the fifteh cal. Th' love of guns comes with th' family oy' suppose..." She shrugged nonchalantly, " Oy' didn' know you were into guns yerself! So wot do you do? Hunting? Naw...Tha' don't sound loike you..Though oy' know you'd make a great hunta'..." There were only a few select people that were involved with guns; people like her, collectors, and...cops. It was a shot in the dark that was too suspicious to take. Hopefully she wasn't playing host to an officer of the law...

Well in a sense Uzume was a hunter; a hunter of people like her who danced outside of society's law. Lenn loved being right about a lot of things, but she didn't like being right about this one. Uzume was following the breadcrumbs and the more she went for them, the deeper she was going to go until the point of no return. The young blonde was treading on dangerous territory and whether Jacob liked it or not, Lenn was going to show Uzume just how deep the rabbit hole goes... For now, Lenn was keeping herself on a leash.

She knew there was going to be people asking about the incident, but dammit, it had to be this particular person. Lenn knew what kind of games Uzume was playing and did not like that one bit. Still, she played along with chuckles from the earlier comments made about her and Jacob. This particular time though... She was listening intently. Of course, anyone would be curious as to why there was blood in a place where there was virtually no form of danger. She calmly took her drink from their guest. Lenn sighed, now looking a bit...disgruntled. "Yeh...Alroigh' you got me...Jacob didn' want me tellin' you this, but yer prolly' gonna find out eventually," Lenn confessed and craddled the drink in her hands. "You see...'Oy thought it wos' a fun oydea to teach him 'ow to shoot so we went outsoide of town. Got everythin' all set up an gave 'em my custom noineteen-eleven. It was fun n' oy' learned e's a lousy shot...So oy' gave 'em a chance at strip-shooting...an he dropped the gun. My custom has a hairloine-triggah' an' as a fellow gun-nut, oy'm sure y'know where tha' led to..."

It was a common thing for idiots to get shot by their own handguns by tweaking the triggers to a stupid degree. The trigger would be loose enough to crank off shots faster than a normal gun would, but at a price that it could misfire at anytime if the safety were off. Many people ended up in the hospital just because their guns misfired in their holsters or dropped it. It was a plausible story and she didn't mind being called an idiot. It was better than snapping her new neighbor's neck. "Stupid me thought oy' could treat 'em back at home, but oy' didn' see how bad it wos...So oy' took 'em to th' hospital..." She took a generous sip of her drink once again, sighing as the alcohol burned her forked tongue. " 'Oy choked up, panicked...It wos all my fault...Still feel pretty bad about it..." Her eyes softened up just a bit. No, she didn't feel bad about lying considering she had to do it nearly twenty-four seven, but her carelessness that night almost got Jacob killed. If she had been adamant about him staying home, if only she had her skills during the time... "Sorry...t'kill the mood....But there ya hav' it."

Well she figured she'd give it her best shot. It was pretty bad timing for Jacob to pass out though because he could at least give some sort of validity that she was officially 'retiring'. Then again, it was one hell of a coincidence that Jacob just so happened to pass out on the second drink. He was a weak drinker, but not that weak. That was just paranoia talking, but still with Uzume's behavior and remarkably brilliant deductive skills...She didn't put it past her.

Really. She was really trying to be on her best behavior, but the more Uzume pried, the more twitchy her fingers felt. After all, she didn't kill anyone (shock, I know) during the shootout so technically it had been months. Still, that didn't mean she was rusty. Instead she feigned ignorance and laughed about these 'supposed' vendettas. Whether they decided to come back for round two or not, it didn't matter. She was going to tear them apart and make their lives a living hell if they so much as lay a finger on Jacob.

Lenn had to hand it to Uzume though. She was perfectly aware of who's killing range she was in and Lenn didn't need the Kimber 1911 under the couch to put down some serious harm. For a while, she left the detective in silence and decided to politely finish off the newly made drink. It didn't matter if there were drugs. They would pass through her system too quick for Uzume to do anything with that. Well, the cat was out of the bag. There was no use in hiding it. She sighed, this whole thing turning out to be nothing but bothersome. Of course, of all types of neighbors, she had to have one who was a law-abiding citizen. Just her rotten luck. "Thas'...Ex-hired killer to you, Miss Detective," the ice shifted in her cup. "It's loike you people want me to come out of retirement..."

She rose from her seat, heading in Uzume's direction with a...well, with a smile on her face. Who knew what the ex-hitman was thinking? It was probably hard to tell and to most, it would be unnerving. Instead of attempting to inflict serious bodily harm, she calmly reached past Uzume, picking up the little glass and heading for the sink. "Y'made 'is drink too strong. 'Ell have a hangovah in th' morning..." And the stain..gotta git rid of that first thing.

That wasn't the only thing she was thinking of. Should she remind Uzume that Jacob was very well aware of her past? This wasn't going to go well either way, but maybe it would have the detective back off just a bit. "Well thas' somethin' you don' mention on th' first date, love," Lenn chuckled and took a clean glass from the cabinet, filling it with tap water. Aspirin had to be somewhere...

" Oy' let him know on the fifth date." There it was. She tore a pair of capsules from the packaging and set it beside the water on the counter. Lenn was mighty curious as to how Uzume was able to obtain such rare pieces of information, but for now she turned, leaning against the counter, arms folded across her chest. "Well then? Congrats, love. You found yerself a retired professional killer. Wot do you plan to do about it?"