'debrief' doesn't mean what you want it to, weiler

[kobacake]

After Weiler and Locke's initial report, it hadn't taken long for the First Circle to verify that, at the very least, the basis for their claims was true. Assessing the true extent of Gladsheim's damage, however, would take much more time. Between sorting out how much of the information they'd been receiving from the Seventh was actually useful, who the traitors within the Seventh were, and forming counter measures against Gladsheim, things around the First were rather hectic. (The reconnaissance members of the First certainly wouldn't be getting a vacation any time soon...)

While they still needed more information before devising a plan against Gladsheim, there were a few variables that the Circle knew exactly how to deal with. Variable 'A' was one Senator Wallabin. With Wallabin as their ally, Gladsheim would have leverage, however little, within the Federation Council. Letting them having any sort of power was a risk the Circle couldn't afford, especially now that the Seventh was compromised. The most logical solution was to put a hit on Wallabin and get rid of the threat he posed, and, of course, the best person for that job was Danny Garamond.

Although it was fairly easy to forget that Danny actually had a job to do around the Circle when he was always strutting around with his brand goods and his little dog, the truth was that he was incredibly skilled as a hitman, and many of the higher priority hits were assigned to him. And so it was that Danny found himself sitting with his arm extended over the back of a black leather couch in a rather swanky bar as he waited to meet with one Heine Haettenschweiler. After all, who better to give him information about his target than the man who planned his daily schedule for the past two years?

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[tactician]

At that, Weiler laughed, loud and without a hint of offense. He leaned back on the booth seat, shoulders still shaking as he waved Danny's rejection away with a sense of composed ease.

"You are a bit too young," Weiler admitted, glancing briefly at Danny's face, which still possessed that air of youth that hadn't yet been worn out by the years. The Circle was just full of these deceptively honest people. Shouldn't they all just guard their secrets a little closer to their hearts? "It's just a bad, but entertaining habit."

[kobacake]

Danny leaned back a bit, though somehow he wasn't put off at all by Weiler's outburst. On the contrary, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he narrowed his eyes slightly. He hadn't missed Weiler's totally obvious dodge of his question. (He had to admit he was pretty curious to know the answer, so he'd been waiting for it.) "Oh man! I knew it! You totally are, aren't you?"

[tactician]

"Teasing?" Weiler said, blinking back at Danny guilelessly. He knew a press for information when he saw one. Danny was a hitman, but he was the informant of the two. "I would have thought that was obvious."

[kobacake]

Danny rolled his eyes, smirk slipping off his face much easier than it came. His ability to read people might have been close to zero, but even he could tell Weiler was intentionally trying not to answer the question. "Don't pull that shit. You're totally seeing that other guy, right? The one who came here with you."

[tactician]

Smirking on his end, now, Weiler leaned forward on his knees, toward Danny. "I'll tell you if you give me a kiss, Herr Gossipmonger."

[kobacake]

Danny paused, eyes narrowed again as he considered Weiler's proposition. It only took a moment for him to shrug and say, "Okay. Worth it."

It wasn't like a kiss was a big deal, and even if he wasn't really in to guys most of the time, Weiler definitely wasn't the worst looking guy he could be kissing. He made sure to add, "But you'd better not give me a shitty cop-out answer."

[tactician]

Weiler looked mildly surprised. "You'd do it just for a question like that?"

[kobacake]

"What. You were just saying that so you could get out of answering it?" Danny really shouldn't have been surprised by that. "It's just a kiss. And besides, everyone pretty much assumes it's true anyways. I just wanna know the answer."

[tactician]

In retrospect, it made sense that a boy who grew up with the riches of the System's largest crime organization at his back wouldn't know how to bargain. Weiler wasn't surprised that Danny would succumb to an impulsive trade; he was surprised that Danny would settle for just one simple answer to something he just wanted confirmed - it wasn't even new information.

What a losing deal.

Weiler shook his head and smiled. "No, a deal's a deal. I'm not backing out. But it has to be on the mouth - no air kisses or pecks on the cheek now, Mr. Garamond."

[kobacake]

"Obviously." Danny just shrugged, not having planned on backing out or trying to get around it to begin with. It was true that he didn't know the first thing about effective bargaining, but perhaps that was why he was given a physical job rather that one that actually required a lot of thinking. He wasn't wily or a tactician by any means (unless, of course, it was someone's wardrobe that needed planning). He leaned in, intending to make good on this deal.

[tactician]

Weiler bit his lip to contain his smile. This was all very storybook-esque and scripted, with the leaning in rather than the jump to action. He supposed that maybe he should spare Danny some trouble and just help him along with the other half of that short distance, but he did have to take a split second to compose himself and wipe the humor off his face first.

Pushing all thoughts of unicorns and fairytale princess to the back of his head, Weiler squashed down one last laugh and leaned forward with a guiding hand on Danny's cheek, meeting the young man in a close-mouthed (he had to protect the fair maiden's honor after all) kiss that lasted for only as long as Danny could take it.

He started counting down in his head. Ten, nine, eight...

[kobacake]

D-Danny wasn't a princess! Well, maybe a little. He did like to be taken care of. And he was pretty spoiled. And... Ok, so he was a princess. Big deal!!

He placed on a hand on Weiler's knee, supporting his weight as he leaned in. He was actually kind of surprised at how mild the kiss was, given Weiler's projected skeeviness. Danny might have even thought this could be considered a cop-out kiss if not for the fact that Weiler was the one who started it. When Weiler pulled away, Danny raised a brow expectantly. "Well?"

[tactician]

This time, Weiler did laugh, leaning back in his seat since Danny's hand was still on his knee. He licked his lips, thoughtful for only a second.

"Locke does that a lot better," he concluded with a grin.

[kobacake]

Danny leaned back as well, a pleased smirk on his face as he crossed his arms. There really wasn't any reason for him to be so interested in other people's business, but somehow hearing Weiler confirm what he'd heard was just so satisfying. "Yeah, well, I wasn't really too impressed either."

[tactician]

"I'm sorry," Weiler responded lightly, clapping a hand on Danny's shoulder. "I just didn't want to ruin your maidenly virtue."

[kobacake]

"Maidenly-- What?!" Danny's eyes narrowed and tilted his head slightly, the expression on his face easily interpretable as 'what the fuck are you even talking about?' "Who's a fucking maiden?!"

[tactician]

Ah, the poor maiden was offended. That only made Weiler laugh more, his only other response being to sweep up from his seat and onto his feet as he slid out of the booth.

"I don't suppose you have anything else to ask? If you do, there is that number I gave you, which really was, strictly speaking, in case you needed anything of that sort."

[kobacake]

"Tch." Danny's glance flattened out, his mouth turned down in an opened mouth frown as Weiler got up. If Weiler was always like this, Danny wondered what kind of guy that "Locke" person was that he could put up with his irritating personality. Waiving a hand dismissively he said, "Yeah, fine, whatever. I'll let you know if I need anything else."