Maybe, Baby - Hart

"...Anti-social it is," Sloane chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Against that word, "eccentric" did seem the better word.

Sloane didn't really have much of a problem with her roommates. She got along well enough with Thomas; he was the only one around she could banter in French with. And Addison had been there since day one and she really never gave Sloane much of a problem. She paid the rent on time, she did her own chores and though the whole "not getting out of her room" bit worried Sloane, she had nothing to complain about. One of these days, she would get Addison out, if it was the last thing she did.

Sloane returned to the table to a teasing from Hart and she rolled her eyes at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "You don't have that much hair to worry about. If I didn't look so weird bald, I'd have shaved my head years ago." Self-consciously, one hand moved up to her impromptu updo to sweep it back lightly with the back of her hand. "So this is a date now? Should I have worn something less grungy?" She teased back.

She didn't see this as a date either and had she known, she probably would have said no. Maybe. She didn't know. Office romance wasn't allowed was it? A date was a precursor to an office romance, wasn't it? Sloane was not ready to commit to a slew of potential headaches. And there she went, overthinking things she shouldn't be overthinking.

She didn't realise Hart felt that he was ruining a perfectly good friendship over a slip up but she made sure the man knew she was not taking it seriously at all. His attempt at making light of the situation was admirable and she grinned back. At least he wasn't falling all over himself to make this any more awkward than it already was.

"You're not the one in a ratty tee and jeans." Sloane chuckled, sipping her beer and chomping on her burger. His remark made her snort and shake her head. "I have never worn a scarf in my life." She waved a dismissive hand and stuffed the last bite of burger in her mouth.

Once everything was properly chewed, Sloane signalled for a waiter and asked for another beer. "You want more beer, Kenney?" She asked, finding herself not willing to part ways just yet.

Sloane returned Hart's grin and asked for two more of their beers from the waitress, thanking her as she walked away.

"How true is that," the Frenchwoman shrugged, leaning back against her chair and folding her hands on her lap. Now that she had nothing else to distract her hands with, she suddenly didn't know what to do with them. "My mom used to tie these handkerchiefs on my head when I was younger. They always end up in the mud. With my boot prints on them." She wasn't one to talk much about her past but then again, Hart was easy to talk to.

Besides, who was he going to tell her stories to?

"Hardly takes a weekend to harrass my roommates." She snorted at the rest of Hart's assumptions and shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see. My weekends are usually free. I don't really...plan them." Which was a surprise seeing as Sloane was way too anal about other things in her life. It sort of helps that she has nobody else to plan her weekends with, sad as that sounded.

"Probably going out for drinks." And speaking of, their waitress came back with their beers. Glad for the distraction, finally, she uncapped the bottle, throwing the cap on the table and taking a long swig. "Maybe sleep in. Oh...I need to do some grocery shopping, don't I?" She scratched her cheek in thought, taking sips from her bottle.

She was starting to get a little buzzed from her beer. Finally.

"Oh indeed, indeed." She replied to Hart's agreement with a nod of the head and the tipping back of her bottle. She herself did not think it was a terrible shame not having any weekend plans. Specifically when it involved other people.

Though she was beginning to realise more and more that she wouldn't quite mind if "other people" involved Hart.

"Terribly, how ever will I cope?" She grinned at the tease. "Oh it's only natural. I don't see why this hasn't occurred more often in the shopping marts I frequent." Chuckling, she rested her cold bottle against the side of her neck, enjoying the coolness on her warm skin.

"Will Davis be there? At the boy's day out grilling with you fine men."

Sloane was tempted to say yes. In fact, it would make sense if she did. She'd known Hart and Charlie for awhile. And she knew Josef. So that's okay. She still didn't know Nick but if Hart got along with Nick, he couldn't be that bad a guy...would he? Then again, Hart got along with her, which wasn't really something of a comfort.

Were she to ever find out that Hart thought she was shy, Sloane would have pummelled him to the ground. After laughing. For quite a bit. And her brothers would offer their laughter as well. In buckets.

Sloane wasn't shy. She just didn't like people. Much. That was why she was in the occupation of locking them up. She didn't see the aspect of helping innocent people. She was in it to look into the eyes of people who see the bars being slammed in their faces.

...

Well okay, part of it was to see the people she helped look relieved. She wasn't the devil.

"I'm going to have to check my non-existent schedule, don't I?" she chuckled, finishing up her beer. "We need something stronger here. Well...I do." Sloane laughed when she saw that Hart's bottle was still unopened.