(I think I'll turn this into a proper fic because this is a promising idea. I'll link it when I've written more, but here's a teaser.)
The couple sitting across from you looks normal enough at first glance, though the man is wearing a pair of rather outlandish pointy shades. The woman wears a nice white dress with offset buttons and sips a martini.
They seem to have very different tastes of clothes, but it's nothing too odd.
The odd thing is the case they're giving you.
You lower your pipe. "Let me get this straight," you say slowly, "You want me to solve the murders around town?"
"Have you heard about them?" The young woman leans forward, her eyes focused on you. Her pink eyes are oddly intent and you try not to focus on how nice she smells or how attractive she is, even though her body language makes it plain she's trying to make it obvious. Her husband is right there and you are not the type to go for married women.
"Just what's in the newspapers," you reply through a suddenly dry throat.
"There's a lot more to that," you sense the man's gaze on you behind the shades. His neutral expression twitches ever so slightly into a smirk. "They were found with no evidence of a break in, shrivelled up like goddamn mummies."
"I don't usually deal with murder cases... isn't this a job for the police?"
"They won't find anything," the woman says. "Because it wasn't a person who did it."
"Wasn't-- then what did it?" You're beginning to get a bit unnerved.
"Ghosts," the man leans forward a few inches, his smirk widening.
Two things hit you in that moment.
One is that this couple is a lot stranger than they look.
Two is that you're pretty sure both of them are hitting on you, and you're surprisingly okay with this.
FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY
The couple sitting across from you looks normal enough at first glance, though the man is wearing a pair of rather outlandish pointy shades. The woman wears a nice white dress with offset buttons and sips a martini.
They seem to have very different tastes of clothes, but it's nothing too odd.
The odd thing is the case they're giving you.
You lower your pipe. "Let me get this straight," you say slowly, "You want me to solve the murders around town?"
"Have you heard about them?" The young woman leans forward, her eyes focused on you. Her pink eyes are oddly intent and you try not to focus on how nice she smells or how attractive she is, even though her body language makes it plain she's trying to make it obvious. Her husband is right there and you are not the type to go for married women.
"Just what's in the newspapers," you reply through a suddenly dry throat.
"There's a lot more to that," you sense the man's gaze on you behind the shades. His neutral expression twitches ever so slightly into a smirk. "They were found with no evidence of a break in, shrivelled up like goddamn mummies."
"I don't usually deal with murder cases... isn't this a job for the police?"
"They won't find anything," the woman says. "Because it wasn't a person who did it."
"Wasn't-- then what did it?" You're beginning to get a bit unnerved.
"Ghosts," the man leans forward a few inches, his smirk widening.
Two things hit you in that moment.
One is that this couple is a lot stranger than they look.
Two is that you're pretty sure both of them are hitting on you, and you're surprisingly okay with this.