a little unorthodox, but

[rigging]

Who: Jesse and Kenzi
What: Kenzi needs to get to the bottom of things, which means she's going to get all L.A. Noire on Jesse's butt.
Where: A room!
When: Day 27, mid-day.

When Jesse sleeps, he sleeps like a rock. And after the fight that he had with Party and the general wearing-out he'd been through the day before, he passes the fuck out without really meaning to. When he wakes up, he's in a difference place. Again. He's not tied up or anything, and if he checked, the door wouldn't be locked, but he freaks out anyway -- until he notices that he's sitting at a desk with a lamp pointed at his face. What is this, an interrogation?

He's got a piece of glass he'd fashioned into a weapon in his pocket, and that makes him feel a little safer, and -- well, this is like something out of a stupid detective movie and he's amused. Half grinning, he sits up slowly in his chair and tries to peer into the general darkness of the room.

"... Uh. Hey? Is this a stickup or the start of a bad porno, 'cause I gotta say, bravo, dude."

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[onteamdyson]

"Neither." She's trying to keep her voice low and intimidating while she still has the shadowy advantage. He knows her voice already, it's probably not much of a mystery, but whatever. Options are limited when you're you're this damn adorable and sorely missing your trusty brass knuckles.

Kenzi leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk and clasping her hands together in front of her face so that only her eyes are visible as she peers right the hell into Jesse's soul. "This is just you and me having a little chat about a mutual acquaintance. Tell me what I wanna know, and we're done here. That easy. You following?"