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Sitting in the deep curve of the booth's seat, Kenzi sighed, scratching the last name off her list as her final appointment of the day walked out the door. Working for Dyson and Hale had been a nice break from her and Bo's normal investigations, but admittedly that had been a favor and they needed a new job. "Woulda been nice for someone other than crazies."

Late teens, short blonde curls and blue eyes, the diner's new male waiter paused at the table as he passed by, refilling her water, "Interviews?"

Kenzi's lips tilted up in a half smile, "Not exactly."

Waiting a minute, the young man paused at the edge of the wood counter top table, note pad in hand, "Is there another coming in?"

Kenzi shook her head, long black hair in knob like buns high on either side of her head, "That'll be it. "

The waiter pulled a page from the pad, "Be back for it in a minute." Grinning, he winked as he turned to handle his other tables.

Kenzi smiled softly watching him go before pulling the check closer, shuddering at the bill before pulling out her last twenty. Pulling a card from her pocket, along with her last twenty dollar, she scribbled a note down quickly and slipped from the seat before the guy could return.

Returning to the booth, the waiter frowned at the missing patron, about to curse her for walking out on the bill when he noticed the cash under the water glass. Spotting the Twenty he relaxed, at $19.70 the tip was nonexistent but he was not paying for it himself. Sliding the cash into the fold of his apron, he thumbed the small advertisement Bo's Private Investigation Services and read the back; Call if you need a favor, ~K.

On her way back from the theatre, Ni let her mind wander, gazing at the darkening sky. Canada had been one of the few places to catch her fancy in the past few decades, having the ability to actually travel inside its borders… The young woman sighed, fiddling absentmindedly with the string of the jacket she had lifted. When I'm through here… maybe…

The sharp click of heels caught her attention and pulled her from her thoughts, head dropping from its lifted position to catch sight of the now familiar svelte figure of her current roommate, "Kenzi!"

Half a block ahead, Kenzi paused on Viller's Street, turning around at the sound of her name. The white of the younger woman's skin was accentuated by the bold black of her long sleeve top, cinched at the waist by her blue mesh corset. Ni's gaze managed to keep from drifting to follow the black of her skin tight jeans, "No Bo?"

Kenzi shook her head; buns almost ear like in their appearance to Ni, causing her to stare, unable to appreciate how artfully the youth had applied her makeup that morning, "She's at the Dal," the girl grinned as Ni caught up to her, "D and Hale caught those guys you described. Nice job."

Ni nodded, heading for the house alongside her, "I guess. Thanks."

Kenzi entered the two story ahead of her, Ni's gaze trailing, "So where did you go anyway?"

Ni tilted her head knowing she had told her before, "I was hungry."

Kenzi rolled her eyes, "I know that, but where did you go? Bo likes bars and clubs because people are already looking for a hookup so their energy is," she wiggled thin black brows to accentuate, "saucy already."

Storing the information for later thought, Ni considered a moment before reply, "The movies." At Kenzi's questioning look she continued, "It's dark and the audience's attention is already focused on the screen. They don't even notice I'm there."

Arms raised, the permanent resident of the household undid the buns atop her head, hair spilling down behind her in twin waves, "So… you single the loner out of the group in back?"

Entranced Ni continued shaking her head, "I feed in groups for safety. I can draw what I need in multiple, taking a little from all so it goes unnoticed. All I have to do is be in the room. A one on one encounter would be deadly if I didn't stop myself. This way I don't have to."