Hannibal picked at the wrapper of the cheeseburger he'd been half heartedly eating. It wasn't what he really wanted, but then again it never was. Also, he hadn't liked the look the woman at the drive through had given him when he'd asked if she could just slap the meat patty on there thawed but uncooked. Some people were just so testy. At least the chocolate shake was thick and full of sugar sweet goodness which after the week he'd had was something to be greatful for at least. He'd never been so glad in his life to see a McDonalds in Rome. The oddity of it was satisfying enough that he'd just had to make Trinity stop.
With Trinity behind the wheel of the Bronco that meant they were moving at a fast pace, driving through town like a bat out of hell, or in their case two bats swooping into hell. Really the city was a fucking cesspool. The other factor of Trinity driving was the music, there was always music. Usually something slightly electronic and definitely loud enough to have to raise your voice over. Which he was doing since sitting quietly was not on the list of the five things Hannibal did the best.
While they drove Hannibal had been explaining to Trinity what he'd seen at the bar the night before, things he had already reported to their fearless leader. Little details about snakes and hyenas and crazy cat-men. Not that he'd stayed for the main event, but he'd seen enough of the action to know that one lone Tarakian just didn't belong in that bar. As he wrapped up the encounter at the bar and topped it off with how he'd walked in on Rad and Ker he threw a little extra factoid in for good measure.
"And I'm beginning to think Ker is a bit like radioactive chemicals. Being near him may not hurt you right away, but in time the effects are drastic. Cause I think Rad is starting to lose her shit."
Glancing sidelong at her from the passenger seat he finally gave up on the burger altogether and tossed what was left out the window for the birds to munch, crumpling up the yellow and orange wrapper and shoving it into the small recepticle built into the door. With that typical Hannibal grin and a chuckle he went on.
"Cause she seems to think you and I should get married. Crazy, huh?"
Was there a strange desperation there at the end? Nah, surely he'd hid it better than that beneath the laugh. Still his black eyes watched her from the side without turning his head to face her, just wanting to see what her first reaction might be. Hoping that she didn't just barf up fast food on the dashboard. One cause that would kind of hurt him in his tender places, and two cause it would be a big mess to clean up.
He'd timed the revelation well because no sooner did he finish than she was parking in front of the bar where he'd had his encounter with the snakes. He was going to track the womans scent, if he still could, and try to see where it led him. That was why he'd had Trinity give him a ride. Popping the latch on the door he opened it and jumped ou in a smooth motion. But even when his boots hit the concrete he held onto the doorframe so he could turn back and grin at her.
"Keep an eye on her while I'm gone. I think she needs a friend right now."
The unspoken part being that he thought Ariadne needed a friend who was both female and human-ish. Neither of which was a bill he fit. Plus if Trinity was with Rad then it would mean she wouldn't be following up on him, and that was something he definitely wanted. For some reason he didn't want Trinity around that snake. He had a vague notion Shane probably wasn't too big on girl talk. Licking his lips he grabbed the bag that he'd stowed in the floorboard and slung the strap across his shoulder.
"See ya Trin."
Cause that was exactly how you said goodbye to your best friend.
-- Edited by Hannibals Thirst on Saturday 8th of August 2009 04:42:48 AM
McDonald's was never really Trinity's first choice in fine dining, but she could hardly refuse a request made by her best friend. So she'd stopped, pulled into the McDonald's, and had let Hannibal make his order. When he'd asked for the thawed-but-uncooked meat patty, she'd had to lean over and smack him lightly. For herself? She'd ordered some fries -- fries were Trin's weakness when it came to fast food. And a coke. Aside from the fact that she loved fries, they were the easiest to eat on the go and the coke could easily be downed with one hand on the wheel. It was pure perfection.
Once they were on the road again, she had her music blaring, her speed probably well over the speed limit, and she still managed to tune in to Han's commenting on the snake bitch queen, what had gone on in the bar, and how he'd relayed that message to Rad. She filed the information away for herself as well; it was expected, as Ariadne's second. When the topic came around to Ker, Trinity couldn't help but laugh. Ker probably wasn't as bad as that, but Hannibal had such a way with words. The truth was, Ker would never measure up to Hannibal in Trinity's eyes. But he wasn't a bad guy, just too reckless. He hadn't learned from the best -- her best friend. Ariadne 'losing her shit,' though, was another thing entirely. "Well, thank you for that bit of too much information, Han." That was her first response, to the part where he mentioned walking in on Ariadne and Ker.
The next part threw her off even more. Ariadne had suggested Han marry Trinity? "Oh, well, of course. It makes perfect sense, seeing as how we've been together for so long." She batted her lashes at him for a moment, before grinning. It was a sarcastic and flippant response, but there was no disgust there. She had never given much thought to who she would end up marrying. Hannibal was her other half. He was her soul mate in many ways, but she hadn't thought marriage at all. She enjoyed being a fighter. She enjoyed -- no, she loved being at his side. Trinity wasn't the kind of woman who married, settled down, popped out a few kids, and went on with life all fine and dandy. Of course, if she was? She couldn't have imagined a better man to do that with. It just wasn't really on her radar.
They reached their destination far too quickly for Trin to actually think about it and formulate a serious response to the Ariadne-telling-Han-to-marry-her thing. Then they were stopped, he was jumping out, and telling her to keep an eye on Ariadne. Frowning, she popped open her own door and slid out, gracefully landing as she walked around to his side of the Bronco, crossing her arms. "Let me come with you." There was a hint of something beneath those pearlescent opals, but what it was, who knew. The truth was, after Hannibal had gotten locked in that compound, Trinity'd had a hard time letting go. Letting him go and hunt on his own. She worried, too much, about her best friend. "I don't like the idea of you going out there and tracking this she-bitch on your own." That was said in response to his see ya, Trin. And though she'd been flippant about the marriage comment, it was, perhaps, these very statements that she made that gave away what she really meant, from the heart. Hannibal was priceless to her. Maybe she didn't recognize it as love, but she recognized enough of it to know that if something happened to him again. She didn't know what she would do.
Just as she knew her asking to go with him would probably be futile. But you couldn't blame a partner for trying.