May 11 05:34:48 107 PA- Meeting one of Mayas men
From Chronicles
Coventry Place - Maya's Apartment
A stainless steel kitchen sits to the right of the doorway, shiny and clean. To the left, a fireplace is seated back in the wall, a white surround making it a central feature of the rooms. The floor is carpeted, a thick white carpet from wall to wall, except for the kitchen and the little areas in front of the door, where black slate is used. In front of the fire, a large purple couch and two comfy looking chairs are placed, positioned to enjoy the warmth from the fire. Two bedrooms link from the living-room, as does a luxurious bathroom, with both shower and a deep bath. The bedroom to the right holds a large bed, with high wooden sides and shaped slightly oddly, the shoulders wider than the top or bottom of the bed. A dark purple throw covers it, made from silk patches. The walls have a couple of black and white photographs in them, artistically framed with black wooden surrounds. The left bedroom is a study, with a large desk and several bookshelves full of medical tomes. A computer is on that desk, with an office chair in front of it.
Two days after Brady saw Maya last, heading out to the hospital, pager in hand, and she had returned late that night, crashing into bed, sleeping heavily. The next day is lost to work, and then the hospital, covering the patients there for Joachim as she promised. Finally, she is home, and with company. She has bought a patient home with her, offering shelter while the other woman finds her feet. Maya's first action is to put some coffee on, settling on the couch, to talk.
A shave and a haircut are rapped out upon Maya's door, with some spritely vigor. The two bits follow rightly along to complete Brady's knock. He leans against the doorframe to see if she's home, his shoulder padded by real leather again. That might explain some of his mood, but his last seeing of Maya might have something to do with that, too.
Zeeva seems to be rather busy getting information. Sitting the clothes that were provided to her, she is sitting on the couch and having a history book in her lap. A note book to the side writing notes rather quickly with her left hand though the language might not be in English. There seems to be old books well not to Zeeva on the table in front of her while a large well not just a large but an extremely large cup of coffee in front of her. She hums some kind of music that was lost but still seems current in her head.
The knock on the door brings Maya's grin to her lips and she glances at Zeeva. "One moment..." She uncurls from the couch, leaving the other woman behind as she answers the door. "Hey Tiny." The greeting is given with a huge hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her body pressed into his. Something he hasn't seen for a while. And he gets a kiss too, a proper greeting for a man.
Zeeva's fingers flip the books before blinking at something. SHe shakes her head before grabbing one of -her- books and opens it up. The door knocking gets a nod before she looks to her book and then to the history book. She shakes her head and mutters in Hebrew for a moment or two. She sees that there isn't any way to really express her distaste for the history book any other way at the moment.
"Howdy, there, Tai-mphmm..." Brady almost gets it all out before he's pounced. As good a mood as he was in, it just grew a healthy measure more. Maya is squeezed back, and then held by her tail in that pose. "Reckon you missed me?" He gets his question out once he has the chance, while moseying them both inside. It's then he notices that her couch ain't empty and he nods to the one sitting there. "Howdy."
"Not at all." Maya's reply to the man is given with a broad grin, as she reaches up to snag the Stetsun from his head, to place it on her own. "Tiny, this is Zeeva. I'm letting her stay, you know, while she gets used to this century and everything." She narrows her eyes at him, pursing up her lips, a teasing look in her eye. "New duster too? Flashing the cash, Tiny?" The casual teasing she gives him is obviously comfortable, at least for her.
Zeeva hums as she looks up at the American greeting and nods her head gently. "Shalom." She says before moving her book back to the table before her. "Sorry am I taking up room?" She asks Maya so that she can entertain her guest properly. She nods her head gently to the introduction. "Pleasure to meet you Mister ah... Tiny."
Brady smirks as his hat is stolen. "Yeah, seems that way." He sets her back on her feet, and makes a show of straightening out his duster. "It's the genuine article, not that worthless piece of horse shit I had to put up with after the varmints shredded up my last one." He turns to Zeeva, but makes a sidelong eyeball to Maya. "Don't let Tails, here, be giving you any ideas. I ain't tiny, and she knows it. Name's Brady. Blinding Billy Brady." A proper bend of his brim is given, along with a once- or twice-over.
“You are fine, Zeeva!" Maya's fingers wiggle at the other woman, casual, as she grins, leaning into Brady for a moment. "He prefers his real name. I don't know why. There isn't anything wrong with Tiny as a nickname." She is laughing up at him, before she turns, letting him properly into the room. The deliberately widened eyes, mock innocence, doesn't match the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, leaving dimples there. "Coffee, Tiny?" The way she asks the question, with a tremour of laughter in the words, suggests that there is more to it than liquid caffeine.
Zeeva's head tilts to the side as she listens to the man. "A tails? I don't believe she has one, though in the day or so I've been here I never knew people could have them." She says softly. "It's most unique." She says and nods her head gently. "Nice to meet you Mr. Blinding Brady. I am Zeeva Ben-Lev of the Mossad." She says directly and the smirks a moment. "OH! I see, well it's a rather oximorn really then. THat he's rather tall and large in calling him Tiny gives him a slight small chicken syndrome yes?" She asks looking to Maya.
"Always in the mood for your coffee, Tails." Brady winks, then turns his grin to Zeeva. "She's got a damned fine tail, alright, but she's Tails 'cause of the ones on her other end." A snicker follows as he nods to her dissection of the pun. "Something like that. You must be a jokester."
Maya moves towards the kitchen, glancing back, her eyes widening at Zeeva's comment. The grin struggles to be kept in, the mischief in her eyes making them dance before she laughs. The obvious amusement shows clearly on her face as she returns, offering a mug to Brady, the two women already having refreshments. "Cock, Zeeva. You mean cock. Doesn't she, Tiny?" The woman gives him a look with eyes slightly widened, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Zeeva listens to Brady as she tilts her head a bit. "Oh you mean fanny, though I'm still not understanding you call it that." She says and tilts her head a bit and thinks. "Hardly that, your Americanisms are always so confusing to understand." She says straightly before looking to Maya. "Cock? Ah ... you mean male chicken? What would you want to have a small male chicken syndrome?" She asks before moves to get some coffee.
Brady isn't as talented as Maya at holding in his humor. His grin splits open into a hearty, knee-slapping guffaw. Which one of the ladies gets the credit is anybody's guess. Maybe it was team effort? Speaking of that, when he can straighten up, he looks to Maya, adding, "Maybe we oughtta let Chuckles, here, share a cup or two." A hand gets waved to Zeeva, and he checks her tail as she moseys past. "Might help her understanding about everything."
Brady gets a look from Maya, her eyes narrowing slightly as he checks out her guest. A faint hint of disapproval there as she lifts the Stetson off her head, putting it back on his. She moves past him, returning to her position on the couch, her foot tucked under her. "Zeeva! It means he has a tiny penis!" The information is given with a sweet smile to Brady, a flicker of that mischief in her eyes signalling trouble for him.
Zeeva mmms as she thinks for a moment and then slides her fingers against the book. "Well ah Mr. Brady, when you reach 248 years old you reach, then you can tell me who is chuckles." She says standing up before moving to close the book and go to get more coffee. "That history book is wrong on several points." But then blinks as she turns to look at Brady and then to Maya. "Well if he has a small penis and you're okay with that more power with you."
"Just trying to be neighborly," Maya gets a shrug of near-innocence. From Brady, "and help the poor.. Hey! Now you two are fightin' dirty..." A warning look is shot over to Maya, but before he can say anything more, he's blinking at Zeeva. "You saying you're that old?!" He can't even count that high.
Maya is enjoying Brady's discomfort, her grin returning as she tilts her head to look up at him. "I cope. It is a hard, hard life but I manage." She nearly manages that with a straight face, but the struggle, it shows. It shows in the dancing eyes full of mischief, in the corners of her mouth tugging up, in the flash of dimples.
Zeeva moves to take some coffee as she then moves to take a sip. She looks to Maya and nods her head gently. "I take it must be hard, I wonder if he has phone sex at work like a former partner of mine." She sighs gently and then looks to the man. "Yes I am that old. I was born in May of 2066, being that the time now is about the year is now 2394 if you do the math it comes to 248." She says softly.
Brady thinks on that, and his smirk slips back in after his bit of exasperation. "Maybe I oughtta get that coffee to go, Tails, seeing as you're busy being ornery with the crotchety old lady." He can play, too, she just caught him off guard by hitting below the belt. "Hate to hassle y'all, and all."
Maya leans an arm on the back of her couch, the teasing softening a little. "You sure?" She uncurls, moving over to the man, leaning into him. The look of utter innocence on her face doesn't match the mischief in her eyes. "Ornery? Me?" She tilts her head, reaching for the Stetson with a grin. "Zeeva, the nickname is ironic. Meaning that Tiny is anything but tiny..." She is looking up at him, as she sets the record on that particular matter straight.
Zeeva mmms as she nods a bit to the man and shrugs before moving back to the couch. "Yes, I'm old grouchy and probably can still kick a far bit of ass." She says rather confidently before moving to sit down at the couch again. "Though while you're at understand us older people, you young whipperkippers understand my time it will be interesting to see how you react to being a while out of water." She ohs a bit and shakes her head. "I thought Arabic was hard to understand."
"Never had no doubts," Brady grins to Maya and dips his head to make her reaching easier, "what with your screaming and hollering." His lowered head also brings his face close to hers, so he can give her a great big energetic... wink. "If you got problems figuring all that out, Chuckles, you must be an old maid instead of just old." He turns his baby blues to Zeeva, which gives Maya his cheek. "Don't need to worry about the past. It's done. I reckon Tails can get you all futured up right quick. You fall outta one of them holes in the sky?"
Maya takes a moment to translate Zeeva's comments in her mind, narrowing eyes before light dawns. "Fish out of water, and whippersnapper!" The translation and correction amuses her and she rises on tiptoe to kiss Brady, lightly, teasing him deliberately. When he turns his head, giving her his cheek, she pulls back, reaching to draw him back to the couch with her. "She rifted here. I said she could stay here, to find her feet." Maya's voice is quick, the interest of finding someone from pre-rifts obviously showing.
Zeeva looks to the man trying to understand him. She thinks a moment. "I'm not sure as to who you are talking to, I don't see anyone laughing at the moment." She then thinks. "Being I wasn't married before I hardly see how it matters if I will marry in this time." She comments about being an old maid. "Though the past is something I need to know to see how you've plotted your present. Why you have laws and the reason people do one thing as apposed to another way." She says softly. "I happen to do what I have been trained to do, observe and report. I'm still observing before I can report." She listens to Maya and nods her head. "I don't know to where I dropped from I just woke up to have Bamb... ah sorry Maya over me."
Brady is smooched, and led, since both can kind of go one with the other. He takes a seat and makes himself comfortable. "Ain't that like falling out of a big ass hole in the sky?" A quick taunt to Maya, followed by a shrug to Zeeva. "Laws and reasons ain't the same everywhere. Hell, ain't the same a day's ride away, and some places ain't the same the next day even if you stay put. Easy to learn by watching. Just go sit in the Dregs a spell, and that'll learn ya."
Maya makes herself comfortable, settling herself firmly in Brady's lap, her feet on the couch next to him, her back to its arm. She lifts a finger, pushing the Stetson back on her head, before she rests an arm over his shoulder. The taunt lands and she tugs lightly at the hair on the back of his head, with a broad grin. "Apparently I look like a friend of hers, really look like her. Even down to my favourite flowers."
Zeeva's head tilts a moment as she thinks. "What is a Dreg?" She just silent questions the need to spell it. She mms softly and thinks. "Well I do want to go out though I'm trying to figure out just how to understand them." She says softly and thinks nodding her head. "Bambie was a very good woman and very interesting. She did enjoy my cooking and well she had a love for black roses and sleeping in coffins. She loved durges and played many different kinds of music. I believe she was from Louisana."
Brady male chickens a brow at Maya. "Reckon that sounds a little like you." A hand drops to rest in his lap, except it winds up in Maya's, seeing as she's hogging all of his. Not that he's complaining while he's explaining to Zeeva. "The Dregs is just like everywhere else, just closer. Ain't no law but what you make. The really good, or the really bad, can get by. The rest just keep the others happy, or wind up dead."
"The Dregs are like the worst part of town. You don't go there without someone for now." Maya's quick comment is firm, an instruction, as she settles more comfortably, resting her cheek against his chest. "It is really weird, Tiny." The emphasis on the word really. Despite that, she calls out, giving Zeeva instructions. "Zeeva, there are blankets under the cushions, and you can help yourself to the food or anything." The glance towards Brady is a return of the male-chicken eyebrow with an overtone of invitation.
Zeeva ohs as she nods her head a bit and moves to pick up her research and stuff it into her rather old (a 2098 issued) backpack. "Well it was nice to meet you Brady, but I do need to shower and get a nap. I'm going to see if Maya will take a trip around the town tomorrow." She says as she moves to the bathroom to get going on things.
"Guess I can't get that coffee to go." Brady doesn't look after Zeeva, this time, and his baby blues are giving Maya a taste of that ornery from before right back. "You're sitting on me, again. Makes it awful hard to not stick around a spell."
Maya slides from his lap, turning to give Zeeva a broad grin before she heads towards her bedroom, sporting his Stetson still. "Coming, Tiny?" The invitation is tossed over her shoulder as she vanishes into the bedroom.
Zeeva smiles as she heads into the bathroom to get herself showered.
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