[@EurmalEye][@LeonVon][@Bourgeoisie][@Diggerton]

So while reading Bourgs post I poured myself a drink, then I read his post, then poured myself another drinnk, then finished reading his post, then I started writing!!! Then naturally I poured a congratulatory drink (naturally) and began my post...well, for some reason I'm struggling getting things to flow properly (no idea why, probably need another drink).

Thought maybe I could throw up what I have here in the hopes this ragtag bunch of writers could piece together a coherent post. Anyway, here goes.

She spoke his name without him having said it-that was bad, afterall just a google search of his name could expose rather...odd...information: and that was just google, who knew what newfound computer systems this woman was using-who knew just what dark secrets she could dredge up. However he acted like he hadn't noticed, he acted like he [i]had[/i] said his name. Part of him was glad to have a partner that could play the subtle nuances in the mental game that was so similiar to chess; the other part of him however was irate at the fact that she had indeed achieved [i]check[/i] first.

Lancer didn't break Ms. Shepards professional gaze: in an almost challenging sort of way he met it head on with the all the venom his eyes could muster. Without skipping a beat he responded, his unplaceable accent practically defining the world [i][u]glib[/u][/i]. [i]"Not unless you're hiding a cup of coffee somewhere in that computer file of yours. By the way, could you check the weather for me back home inbetween your next facebook update? You see I left my tomato plants outside and am [b]dreadfully[/b] worried they will drown in the rain."[/i]

In the middle of Ms. Shepards rundown Lancer let out a an audible chuckle that sounded more like a scoff-as if even his laughter was hostile. After Wheezy finished speaking, giving Ms. Shepard the approval she apparently craved so much with a=his caveman like gesture that came in the form of a thumbs up, he quickly chimed in "Apparently our Mr. Smith wasn't as good a craftsman as he thought." 

For the first time since he'd met the group Lancer flashed something resembling a smile. Only it was a little too crooked, almost sinister in a way. To say it was unnerving was an understatement. But then again maybe he just had one of [i]those[/i] faces. It was hard to tell, and his attitude really didn't help.