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But the awkward dork was so much more charming than the smooth socialite, at least in Inara's opinion. She'd had enough smooth socialites to last a lifetime; she was entirely aware of the hypocrisy of that statement since she was considered a smooth socialite. She blamed her parents; she was practically born a smooth socialite.

"Tony then and yes, I'd very much like a drink," she told him with a smile and a glance around the room. "I think it'd be too much to hope for something fruity and bubbly in this crowd, but something with vodka will do nicely." Really, she'd follow him to the kitchen. He needn't worry about hurrying. In fact, she even take his arm so he could guide her to the kitchen. It would be nice to be slightly removed from the din anyway.

He can't help looking over at Tony with a smirk.

"Got what I want."

He let his head drop back.

"Lemme know when you're ready to kick this Popsicle stand."

Technobabble was fine with Patty, she was actually starting to understand what some of it meant, even. It helped that she knew they felt the same when she started spooling off dates and historical figures and even just notable landmarks they came across on an almost daily basis.

Which was why she just grinned, "Yeah, lay it on me, let me know what all this is." She said with an equally expansive hand gesture, one that somehow managed to encompass most of the room.

"Danger's my middle name," Holtzmann winked, expression mischievous. She's clearly not offended by his warning, but she's also obviously not put off by it either.

"Okay, I think I've got something here if you'd just like to take a look, I've modified our PKE meter so that it picks up your energy signature instead of a ghost's, I've programmed in your signature so it doesn't just go crazy around you, and it's just on the lookout for anything that gives off similar energy. That do the trick?"

Thor gives a slow nod. "That should, as you say, do the trick."

"Sure thing Rosie," Holtzmann didn't seem particularly bothered by passing over the condiments when the girl could probably have reached them easily herself, though the fact that she accompanied the move with a flirtatious wink might explain her easy-going attitude.

She dug into her own food with enthusiasm, making little noises of appreciation as she chewed. It was a few minutes before she spoke again, swallowing down her latest mouthful and glancing sideways at her companion.

"So, Rose, what do you do?"

"Sometimes," he admits with surprising seriousness, but it quickly drops when he adds "But then I think, what would they all do without me? Probably starve and die and horribly embarrass themselves, so I know it's my duty to stay," he gives a mock long-suffering sigh "the struggle is real." Stiles didn't really like to do serious when irreverence was right there, begging to be used, but at the same time the old adage of 'many a true word is spoken in jest' rung particularly true with him.

"I think I know a good place," he said after a moment's thought "It's a bit far but it's perfect." the place he was thinking was a little way out of town, he chose it for two reasons. One; it might satisfy, at least partially, her need to get away, it might at least feel like they were going further afield, even if they weren't, and two, he was genuinely curious if the way she treated him would get any less incomprehensible if they were away from people who knew them, if it was just the two of them alone and away from anybody who might recognise them. But mostly that getting away thing.

"Hey, I'm always hungry, I'm a growing boy you know," he says, face carefully schooled into an expression of seriousness. He can't keep it up for more than a few seconds and he laughs, shaking his head "I think I'll survive a little longer. Best to work up an appetite anyway, the food here is great" he starts off down the path with a bounce in his step, occasionally glancing back to make sure she's following him.

"You just let me know where you want to look and I'll show you, your wish is my command." he grins over his shoulder at her.

"Fruity and bubbly, unfortunately I can't help you with. Vodka, I can definitely do," he grinned, though after a moment he dragged it down into a slightly less stupid looking smile, and turned on his heel to head to the kitchen. When she not only followed him but took his arm, he had to lean on her momentarily as he nearly fell over his own feet in surprise. He recovered, just about, and tried to look cool (unsuccessfully).

"So, Inara, what are you studying again?" he asked, hoping to distract her from his failure.

"You wanted to blow up your car? Because, really, there's easier ways to do that you know," Tony pointed out with a half-smile.

"Excellent!" Holtzmann beamed, waving for Patty to follow her as she marched around the room, explaining in her very best tour guide impression such delights as "And if you look to your left you will see our very special containment unit, please keep your hands and arms inside the cart at all times and don't stray to close to the radiation." and "On your right we can see a fine example of early 21st century ghost entrapment technology, your new improved ghost trap includes faster reaction times and a much snazzier outer covering." interspersed with overly excitable descriptions of all the little additions she'd made to equipment Patty had already seen.

over all, the tour took about twenty minutes, despite it only being the one room.

He thwapped Tony lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand.

"No, idiot. I wanted a fun time for tonight. Something wild. Exciting."

The surprising seriousness sets Isabel a little at ease. He's not mocking her, at least and that's something. She used to spend all her time in Mercy Falls wishing she could run away somewhere else after Jack died and Cole acted like...Cole. She spends less time wishing that here and she doesn't know if it's because no one here knew Jack. No one here knows the vulnerable girl she used to be before the wolves; no one here knows that Isabel Culpepper can be broken. It's easier to be here than it ever was in Mercy Falls and, while Isabel won't admit it, part of that is because of Stiles and his friends who have become her friends (sort of) by proxy.She smirks at his ramble. "That's exactly how I feel about the common sense that I bring to everyone's life," she chimes in. Isabel is always the one to call bullshit, to bring levity to the situation. Of course, she's also the one that says 'We're probably all going to die'.

"I don't mind far," she assures him, settling back into the seat and closing her eyes a moment. She does like the idea of 'getting away' even if it's only temporary, even if it's only a little ways. She likes the idea of being anonymous. As for whether the way she treats him becomes less incomprehensible or not, she's not entirely sure. The problem is that it has nothing to do with Stiles and everything to do with her. In fact, if she liked Stiles less, there would be nothing in comprehensible about her behavior; she'd be flat out bitchy.

"I'll take it," Inara said with a soft smile. Functions like this were so much more fun when one had a drink. Of course, Inara was always careful not to over-imbibe. Photographs lived forever, her father was fond of telling her. Besides, she'd heard horror stories of what happened to girls who'd drank too much at parties like this. Not that she thought that of Tony. She didn't know him well enough to think that, but her caution was there all the same. She chuckled softly when he stumbled, a genuine smile on her face. It was somehow brighter than her practiced smile, setting her eyes to twinkling. It's not a smile she used all that often.

"Psychology," she told him. "There was a push to put me into politics, but I rebelled. What about yourself, Tony?"

She grins at that and it turns into a laugh when Peter laughs. "Good to hear. I wouldn't want you to starve to death while giving me the grand tour," she jokes with him. "I don't know if I can trust you, Parker. You're a growing boy. I bet you'll eat anything." She teases and bounces along beside him. HIs enthusiasm is contagious. She catches up with him, walking alongside him.

"I've heard there's a pretty fantastic candy store here."

"Excellent," Holtzmann did a happy little fist pump before turning back to the lab in a sudden flurry of activity. A few moments later she was standing opposite him, meter in hand, coat on and bag over her shoulder.

"Okay let's go."

Thor can't help but be impressed with this Midgardian's fortitude, and leads the way out of the building with little problem. Once they are outside, and down the street enough that he reasonably thinks there should not be any interference from spirits in their workplace, he turns to look at the meter.

"And... how does it work, exactly?"

"Well, I am obviously both wild and exciting," Tony agreed, the adrenaline making him bolder than usual.

"Yes, common sense, remarkably uncommon, especially amongst werewolves," Stiles commented dryly. He knew his presence wasn't actually as vital as he liked to pretend it was, but sometimes there were moments when he felt like the only sane person in a group of crazy wolf people. Sometimes, he was the only sane person in a group of crazy wolf people. Despite her inconsistency when interacting with Stiles, he at least appreciated that she was another sane person when the chips were down.

"Good," he nodded, steering the car in the direction that would take them to the place he was thinking of, reaching over to turn the radio on and give them some background music, make it feel like a proper road trip, even if it was a short one.

He lead her into the kitchen, neatly sidestepping a young woman nearly falling-down drunk just by the doorway, before stepping away from her and rounding the counter, grabbing bottles and playing the bartender, trying to come up with something drinkable given the copious spirits and minimal mixers scattered amongst the red plastic cups.

"Me? Oh, computer science, robotics, a dash of mechanical engineering. I lose track." he wasn't even trying to sound particularly blasé about his large course load, he genuinely was studying a fairly large number of things. Most of them as minors, but still more than he occasionally could remember.

"Oh, you have discovered my biggest secret," Peter gasps, bringing his hand to his chest in mock affront "It's true, I really will, if I can't get proper food, well, sometimes I just start gnawing on the furniture, I can't help it, I just get ravenous. Maybe I'll take a bite out of you if you're not careful." he grabbed for her jokingly, snapping his teeth with a grin.

"....oh I suppose you can appease me with candy, if you must." he laughed.

It didn't surprise her, really, just how much Holtzmann had crammed into the room, nor did it really surprise her that it actually had some kind of organizational system to it. Mostly because it hadn't taken her long to see the patterns in Holtzmann's clutter, what bits and pieces got stored or stacked with what other pieces and parts.

These were the kinds of things she took into account about people, she'd wanted to be a librarian when she was younger, and some of those habits hadn't ever gone away completely.

She nodded when the tour was over, "You know, we could do this, put up some kind of hold-back fence, a 'don't feed the engineer' sign, lead tours. You know people are going to want to see what it is we do when we're not out on the job."

"Ok, first things first we need to go where you knew he was last, see if we can pick up his energy from there and follow the trail, does that work for you?" it would certainly be a lot easier than wandering the city and waiting for a trail to be picked up, though she'd do that if she had to.

"Excellent," Holtzmann nodded "Get in some extra cash, let kids come see the equipment, maybe try it out." Yes Holtz, let kids play with the dangerous nuclear lasers, that's a wonderful idea.

"Why not feed the engineer though? You trying to say I'm getting fat?" she asked playfully, nudging Patty with her shoulder. It was obvious she wasn't remotely offended, even if she had thought Patty was actually trying to say anything of the sort.

"He was last in this city. His signature should be different enough that even from here, it would be able to be picked up on." Different enough from Midgardians, of course.

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