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i try but i get overwhelmed

[ Loading money into offshore accounts may not be strictly illegal, but embezzling money from various investors and selling user information certainly is. Noiz wrapped all that information up into a presentation with sources and citations, eye-searingly bright green text, and dropped it off in a drive at the IT office. They'll understand it best.

They'll also have access to the tech itself. Noiz leaves an address he can be contacted at, as long as the message comes through sanitized and untainted, and waits until he gets a text. ]

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[ It's not really a place he would have expected the next meeting, but there's no argument to be made at the moment. Scott finds he'd been hoping for the reply more than he's entirely comfortable admitting to, but then his life's not all that exciting. It's the little things, even if they're likely to get him into a hell of a lot of trouble if he gets found out, and if trouble gets packaged like Noiz...there could probably be worse fates. ]

as ready as I'm going to be. we're not knocking over a bar this time, are we?

[ It's a joke. Please don't make him knock over a bar too. ]

not my type of excitement.

[ Not that he cares about drinking either, but it's all for the sake of convenience. For the transaction.

But the joking around, that's not for business. ]

unless you're paying.

how about I pay and we don't do more crimes at the bar

[ Like it's an actual date. Right. ]

you drive a hard bargain.
how about you pay and we'll see where things go, because i don't make promises i can't keep.

yeah, I can live with that

[ It's a deal. Or a date. Mostly a deal, still, to Noiz, and he's dressed just the same as he usually is when he arrives at the bar right on time. The main difference is that he isn't carrying anything. ]

Hey. [ He tilts his head slightly at the bar. ] Order.

[ Straight to the point as usual. ]

[ Scott dresses up a little, not because he really thinks it's a date, but it's nice to pretend this is actually a normal meet-up. So he takes a seat at the bar next to Noiz, offers a friendly smile, and okay, so the first greeting is a little awkward, but he's heard worse. ]

So we're going that way, okay. Hi, yes sir. Uh, Jack and coke. Please.

[ The bar he'd picked is one out of the way and not trendy enough to attract customers looking for entertainment. That way he can know that most people are here to mind their own business. The drinks are made quickly, and the bartender doesn't try to talk to them.

Noiz leans his elbow on the bar and instead gets down to business—with a question that sounds more like he wants to catch up. ]

Anything going on at work?

[ He knows better than to assume the question is as benign as it sounds. But he accepts the drink with another smile and appropriate thanks, and shrugs. ]

Same as usual, everything's running smoothly for once.

You're working hard, huh?

[ Noiz puts his long fingers against the side of his glass, holding it loosely. ]

Nothing's changed since my visit?

Usually.

[ He shrugs, and takes a sip from his glass before tapping it absently. Sure, the place isn't especially full, and it's got that kind of feel that everyone would just as soon mind their own business. It's probably safe enough to talk about it in more specific terms, but he still feels weird about it. So he looks around the place before answering, probably shiftier than he should but he's still new at this. ]

Everything's working the way it's supposed to, and I'm still okay with the extra workload, now I've had some time to think about it.

[ One more step towards Noiz's goals. Scott's agreeable, surprisingly so with all things considered, and with that settled Noiz takes a drink from his glass. His eyelids lower slightly at the burn of alcohol. ]

Good. [ He slides partially off of his seat to better stick his feet between Scott's and get into his space. Their business arrangement settled, he's here to play. ] So we're friends now.

[ He's honestly not sure if it was the right answer or not, but it seems to at least be an acceptable one, so he'll take that for the moment.

Granted, the shift in the seat next to him catches him off-guard. He'd been expecting more of a business-type of relationship, and here's a guy pushing into his space and okay, so he's not really mad about it. The guy's hot, in a If-Lisbeth-Salander-Was-A-Guy kind of way, so he's more than a little worried about what might happen to his dick if he makes a wrong move, but it's not really as big a concern as it probably should be. So he clears his throat and tries not to think about it too hard, instead taking another sip of his drink to buy some time while he tries to come up with something smart to say.

He predictably comes up empty. ]

Yeah, I guess we are. So. Hi.

[ Noiz can definitely see that drink for what it is (stalling), but this time, just this once, he doesn't call him on it. ]

So we should get to know each other. [ He slides his foot along Scott's shoe, somewhat gracelessly since he doesn't have the sensory feedback. He hasn't, ever, except for his tongue, and it's only because he's grown up with the fact that he doesn't have more problems day-to-day.

His personality and ability to talk to people, though, that can't be helped. ]

I already know where you live. You don't know a lot of people here, do you?

[ Scott practically jumps in his seat at the brush of a foot against his shoe; it might be a graceless gesture but it's still a plenty deliberate gesture, one that doesn't have a whole lot of varied meanings. He takes another sip because there's no way this is happening right now. ]

Wow. Um, here, specifically? No, it's not really my usual speed.

You know where I live? I feel like I shouldn't be surprised, but still. Wow.

Not in this bar. [ There's an unspoken, but heavily implied insult that follows Noiz's reply. ]

Property records aren't hard to access. [ Noiz brushes Scott's concern off just as easily as he did before. To him it really isn't unexpected or that strange. He has other priorities. ]

So anyone who's going to miss you other than your boss, if you don't show up for work on Monday?

[ Priorities like being even more creepy, because that's how he gauges people and figures out how far he can get. ]

Especially not for somebody like you. Easy as pie, I bet. Stalker.

[ There's a teasing smirk to accompany it, like he's joking, but it's only halfway, really; considering the next question, it takes on a bit of a different spin. ]

Okay, creepy. I'd like to think somebody would miss me, yeah.

[ But it's not a dismissal, or an argument; Scott typically keeps to himself, and it's not unusual for him to drop off the radar for a few days other than showing up for work. Outside of a small handful of people there wouldn't be a big search party, which at the moment doesn't exactly make him feel great. ]

Why, are you gonna spike my drink and ax murder me?

Wasn't planning on it.

[ Noiz is kind of a stalker, he's not protesting that. No murder in the works, though.

But anyway. ]

I haven't seen the inside of your apartment. [ No CCTV. ]

...no, you haven't, and thanks for not trying to hijack my laptop to do it. Is that...are you trying to invite yourself over or something?

[ No murder, that's good, but he's still more than a little uneasy. So he takes a bigger sip from his drink. ]

Yeah.

[ Because Noiz is aggressively forward and doesn't know any other way. ]

Thought we could get to know each other better that way. You haven't asked a lot of questions for someone agreeing to get involved.

[ Questions about Noiz, anyway. He watches him intently, still not yet drinking. ]

...oh. Okay. That's cool.

[ Trying so hard to be suave about it and failing so badly, but he honestly wasn't expecting that to actually be the case, so it stops him in his tracks for a moment. Okay then. ]

Well, I mean I figure if I keep the questions to a minimum it'll help me sleep better? I don't know what you're gonna do with everything, could be something better, could be something worse, but the shittiness of life in general says it's probably not the first one.

[ 'Cool'. Noiz isn't convinced he actually feels that way, but... not his problem. ]

Why not look at the brighter side? You're getting paid and I told you—I'm interested in you. You'll get something out of that too.

Because that requires turning my brain off, and that doesn't happen.

[ Just saying. But yes, he heard the whole thing, and the second part gets a long exhale as a response. ]

Wait, what? I figured that was more business stuff.

[ Tech appreciation stuff. But then he did try to rub his leg under the table, even if it was half-assed. Huh. ]

I mean, not that I'm not flattered. Because I am.

[ And okay, kind of interested, but that doesn't make it not a catastrophically bad idea. ]

[ Well, that's good. It's usually better to deal with someone with some brains. Noiz shifts again on his stool, humming for a moment in response before he picks up his glass and takes a drink. ]

It can be both. [ Not like they have a real working relationship. Putting his drink back down, Noiz smirks, resting his chin on his hand. ]

Or are you satisfied with whatever random one-night stands you're having? Or not having.

You tell me, mister stalker.

[ He takes another long drink from his glass and gives him a challenging smirk in return. It's probably a bad game to play, but then he's already made a bunch of bad decisions, what's one more?

It's not like the nervous tapping on the countertop is a giveaway or anything. It's an awkward conversation to be having in public, no matter how little people seem to be paying attention, let alone the vaguely disparaging comments about his sex life, or lack thereof. ]

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