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Miami, apartment 11am
Lori: *knocks on door*
Tom: *opens door, leans on it*
Lori: Asleep?
Tom: *looks at watch, squints*
Lori: Anyone else here?
Tom: Not that I know of.
Lori: Good, then we need to get started.
Tom: ...On what.
Lori: You mentioned that you didn't want to be laughed at whenever you go to work so I'm taking you shopping. Now, I'll admit that fashion is more Scott's thing but I've learned a thing or two myself that you might benefit from.
Tom: Come back in a few hours. *swings door*
Lori: *pushes door* Get dressed, Tom. And you're getting a haircut.
Tom: We never agreed on haircuts.
Lori: You don't even remember agreeing on the shopping part.
Tom: So where are we going? The Gap?
Lori: *laughs* No. After you get your haircut, we're going to a men's formal and casual wear store. You're a detective, correct?
Tom: So they tell me.
Lori: Then you'll need to look the part. No more of these t-shirts and ratty jeans. You aren't 15.
Tom: Uh huh. Give me a few. *puts cigarette into mouth*
Lori: *grabs cigarette* No smoking.
Tom: What the hell for?
Lori: Because I get the feeling you aren't going to make this easy for me so I'm just returning the favour.
Tom: *frowns* Bitch. *turns around, walks into bathroom*
Lori: No smoking in there!
Inside truck, road
Lori: *turns wheel*
Tom: *staring out window*
Lori: *looks over* You're actually
pouting?
Tom: I need a cigarette in the morning.
Lori: You know, that stuff's worse than meth.
Tom: What are you, the pioneer for a drug-free America?
Lori: *looks at road* If you're going to smoke, open the window.
Tom: *presses button, pulls cigarette from pocket*
Lori: *looks down at seat* Tom, is that weed?
Tom: *lights cigarette, looks down* Yeah. So? Personal use.
Lori: That better be less than a-
Tom: I know the law. *shoves weed back into pocket*
Lori: *frowns*
Tom: *blows smoke, sighs*
Lori: One addiction for another, huh.
Tom: You know, for a former addict, you're very judgemental.
Lori: I was just making a comment.
Tom: Yeah well I don't need to hear your 'comments'.
Men's store, 1pm
Tom: *runs hand through hair*
Lori: It looks good, Tom.
Tom: It's too short.
Lori: It's not too short. It's clean and I can finally see your eyes so now I can match the clothes with y...*squints* wait a second, stop. *grabs Tom's arm*
Tom: What?
Lori: Your eyes are different colors. One's hazel and the other's brown.
Tom: Yeah it's called heterochromia, you want to change that too?
Lori: No. I just...never noticed before.
Tom: Well now you have. Can we get a move on?
Lori: *nods*
20 minutes later
Lori: Come on over.
Tom: *walks over* I look stupid.
Lori: You look handsome.
Tom: Are these cuffs supposed to be buttoned?
Lori: Yes. Just be glad I let you wear jeans. So do you feel more professional?
Tom: I feel uncomfortable.
Lori: *brushes Tom's shoulders* This silver-blue color looks really good on you, it brightens you up. *smiles* And you never know, you might catch the attention of a
classy girl and you'll both fall madly in love and start a new happy life together.
Tom: HA.
Lori: *lifts brow*
Tom: Love is idiot-speak for not wanting to die alone.
Lori: You know, a few years ago I would have actually agreed with you on that but guess what? Someday you'll fall for someone and you'll fall hard. I can't wait to see it.
Tom: Don't hold your breath.
Lori: I'd like to see you in something...grey and dark blue.
Tom: I thought you wanted to brighten me up.
Lori: I do. But we're still in the experimental phase.
Tom: There are
phases?
Lori: *stares at Tom*
Tom: ...What.
Lori: *unbuttons top buttons* Traditionally, one leaves a couple of these undone. Hmm...it's missing something.
Tom: Yeah, someone who actually wants to be here.
Lori: *laughs* Okay, why don't we take a break and get some lunch. And you're wearing this out of the store.
Tom: *frowns*
Restaurant, 1:40pm
Lori: *sips soda*
Tom: *staring at menu*
Lori: So what were you in highschool?
Tom: *lifts eyes*
Lori: Were you the nerd, jock, stoner...
Tom: It doesn't matter.
Lori: Come on, I'm just trying to make conversation.
Tom: You're bad at it.
Lori: Okay, fine, it's a little awkward but at least I'm making an effort. All you do is glare at me and make stupid remarks. Stop being part of the problem.
Tom: Stop trying to fix me.
Lori: I'm not tryin' to fix you, I'm tryin' to...be your friend.
Tom: What makes you think I want a friend?
Lori: You're still here, aren't you?
Tom: Maybe I just want to get in your pants.
Lori: Have you ever wasted this much time on a woman before getting her clothes off?
Tom: Depends on the woman.
Lori: *smiles* Smooth. You're not getting my clothes off.
Tom: Didn't think so.
Hummerhome
Katie: *squinting* K...Kick...az rid.
Anni: No no no. It's...wait, Horatio can you speed up a little?
Katie: That's like asking Tim not to be a man whore.
Anni: *frowns*
Katie: It says kick az rid.
Anni: It does not. That doesn't make sense.
Carly: *looks over* I'm pretty sure that plate means 'kick-ass ride'.
Anni: *tilts head*
Katie: Huh. Hey Horatio, how come the Hummerhome doesn't have a personalized plate?
Horatio: We don't need one.
Delko: Sure we do. How else are people going to know we're clever and funny at the same time?
Speed: People don't think that about you.
Delko: *looks at Speed* I wasn't talking about
me, I was talking about all of us.
Katie: Let's name it 'RD-TRP'!
Calleigh: Oooh I like it.
Delko: What does that mean?
Everyone: *looks at Eric*
Delko: ...What?
Speed: I think Eric needs his own personalized plate. 'NIM-ROD'.
Delko: *frowns*
Anni: OH OH ME NEXT! ME NEXT!
Katie: Okay, I'll do you.
Everyone: ...
Speed: Please tell me she actually just said that.
Anni: *slaps Speed*
Speed: What? Oh like I'm the only one who was thinking it.
Delko: *lifts hand* I was thinking it.
Katie: Anni will be...'ANNI'.
Anni: *stares blankly* ...Creative.
Katie: *smiles* Thanks.
Anni: Katie can be 'HM-WRKR'
Katie: *lifts brow* Home Worker?
Anni: *rolls eyes* Yes. Home Worker.
Katie: That doesn't describe me at all.
Horatio: Me next. What will I be?
Calleigh: Hmm...'BIG-RED'?
Speed: Isn't that a brand of gum?
Calleigh: How about 'MIA-COP'.
Delko: You're bad at this, Cal. Let an expert pick 'em. Horatio's personalized plate will henceforth be known as 'GOD'.
Everyone: ...
Speed: He's not a god.
Delko: He sure seems to think he is.
Katie: Speed can be 'MAN-HOR'
Speed: Ha. Ha. Ha.
Katie: *smiles*
Carly: How 'bout me?
Katie: You can be 'AUSSIE'.
Carly: But...that's too obvious.
Katie: And that's exactly why it fits you so well.
Lora: Does that mean I'm stuck with 'CANUCK'?
Katie: ...You're Canadian?
Lora: *shifty eyes* Why no...no I'm not.
Colton: You offered to knit me a 'toque' this morning, whatever the hell that is.
Lora: That's it, Colton gets to be 'SNITCH'.
Colton: I am not a snitch.
Calleigh: You do tell on everyone an awful lot.
Delko: And when you're not telling on everyone, you're blaming everyone for stuff they didn't do that you actually did.
Colton: You guys are losers.
Calleigh: *writing* I've got a whole bunch I can be. But right now it's a toss-up between 'BLT-GRL' and-
Delko: Wait, what does Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato have to do with you?
Calleigh: *blinks*
Heather: Me next! Me next!
Colton: 'RY-LVR'
Heather: *gasp* SNITCH! *slaps Colton*
Colton: OW.
Ryan: Does this mean I'm stuck with 'NOOB'?
Speed: Very good.
Ryan: Aw man. How come I don't get a cool one?
Speed: You'll never be cool as long as I'm around.
Ryan: Then we should simply get rid of you.
Speed: *frowns* People can hear you. Don't give anyone any ideas.
Lilly: If Heather's 'RY-LVR', what am I?
Heather: 'CPY-CAT'.
Lilly: I am not a copy cat.
Heather: You seem to follow me everywhere.
Lilly: Yeah because you follow Ryan around. Everywhere he goes, I go.
Ryan: Okay, I've decided both of their plates get to be 'STALKR'
TBC........................
