Supernatural PI (greatdragonsoldier13)

Yvonne would look back every so often like she was expecting the moment she looked away Bernie wasn't going to be there, something that was only adding on to the anxiety of what Lyle would do if he saw her taking her things and leaving. It was some comfort when she looked back to see him right behind her even as she made her way inside the trailer, grabbed the first suitcase she could find and became less than discriminate when grabbing what she could from what she could between her clothes, towels, and just about anything she had the capacity to cram in the space that her suitcase had. She hadn't even noticed that he had walked in with her and got everything that she didn't think she would be able to carry back to the car. While still somewhat heavy, the mass of clothing she had in her suitcase was somehow lighter than she expected it to be. With her effort now thrown into the back with all of her possessions, she seemed to freeze like she was doing something wrong even if her wolf told her that she wasn't, "You really have that much faith in me?" She asked trying to hold back some tears feeling so much care that she hadn't had prior to now, "Thank you." She spoke up finally before pressing her face into his chest with her arm wrapped as far as they could around him like he was going to vanish in a puff of smoke any second. With the tears mostly out of her system now, she looked up at the towering wolf before her, "Yes, that's everything. Let's go before we start making everyone look at us even weirder." She spoke up wiping her eyes with her collar while she took her seat in the car and waited for her possible future husband to take her back to her real home, hopefully with enough time to change before their guests arrived and a touch of makeup to look more presentable.

Sam looked over to Agent Tracey with an arched eyebrow, "What? You're with the agency and you don't know what a celestial barrier spell looks like? Europe's gotten more out of touch with all that than I've realized." He finished right before Jean and his comment, "Sure, I'll just not give you guys a layer of protection and just leave you twisting in the wind." He answered the non-question with a languid turn to watch the trees again, a small image could be seen which seemed to catch his attention right until Jean mentioned 'Project Iceworm', "You're kidding. Barely anyone knows about that, I'm fairly surprised you found out about it. They haven't even announced that stupid cover for it yet, and you're saying that Ian had a contact that gives him government secrets about a missile silo." He growled in annoyance almost missing Agent Tracey's statement, "You know more about it than the agency on the other side of the Atlantic." He rubbed at his nose while trying to contemplate the enormous leak that came out, "In short. It's an underground missile silo planted under the ice in Greenland. Has missiles pointed at the reds. Doubt it'll fire under normal circumstances, but if Ian knows all about it then I'm half inclined to snap his neck before he can do anything overtly stupid with that info." He inched himself closer to the door with a hand placed at the handle, "Jean, tell your kid to drive as fast as he can and not look back, I think we're about to have company. I'll jump out the moment the bullets start flying and deal with the problem."

Yvonne began to fidget in her seat while huddled up to Bernie for warmth and the comfort that she felt just being close to the massive wolfman that took her in among other things, "I'm sure it will be nice if we get the chance later. I'm just wanting to get everything done right now." She answered his statement about his bed and the very likely chance that she was going to have plenty of lazy mornings with her current company, "But yes. I'm going to get as much as I can carry out. I don't want to have to come back more than I have to." Her heart started kicking up faster and faster as they entered the trailer park and only got worse the closer they got to her now ex's trailer. A very small modicum of relief came when the ground looked wet still, probably going to be like that for a while, "Yeah. My coworker was saying the same thing." She spoke after taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves while she tried to approach the trailer, even if the cause of her stress was likely nowhere close, "Considering I did the same thing last night, I'd be a hypocrite if I criticized him for it."

Sam kept his eyes trained on the lines while raising a hand whilst muttering something under his breath. There was a brief flash of gold throughout the car that shined on the outside for a second and it returned to its standard coloring, "Just keep this thing moving. The barrier should keep small arms fire off us should shit hit the fan, but if we do get attacked like that you're going to have to forgive me when I don't exactly give the attackers a slap on the wrist for trying to kill us." Sam tensed up much more than any time present before like he was preparing to jump out of the moving car and start going all out on whoever was out there, "Especially if we're on Ian's territory. I half expect he's about to stage something any second. Just seems like him."

Yvonne peeked up seeing Bernie's flashy grin and shrank down the moment he brought up what was planned on for the day, "Right, I'll be sure to." She spoke rubbing her arm half expecting to feel a sting when her hand passed by the now non-existent bruises. The nervous laugh returned with his small growl that seemed to make her want to inch closer into his chest even while they were on the road even as he explained further on what she thought was a dumb little joke, "Last night?" She started trying not to think about how she straddled him before all the while her face started to turn red, "It was probably the best sleep I had in a long time and it was very warm. Nice and cozy." She continued before she found herself huddled up to him while they took what she thought was going to be the longest drive she would ever have to make in order to change into something more suiting for having guests over.

Sam glanced back and forth between Jean and Tracey while he took in their small back and forth, "Depending on how many overall have been kidnapped, and how desperate they might have been, we may have to deal with a small army of poor kids just trying to find a way through the world." He crossed his arms over his chest once more scanning around the sides of the roads though this time he seemed more attentive to what might have been around, "Jean, who knew about us taking this trip?" He asked keeping his eyes twitching back and forth between the tree line and the road, "Watch the road and the trees, we might be being followed. Feels like an ambush is coming."

There was a smile with the support that Bernie offered up so freely, "Thank you, Bernie." She spoke softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek and slowly shifted off her seat while her gaze again seemed to drift around the room to take in exactly what he said to her, "Oh. You are just full of surprises." She added in with a demure laugh, "So, you're a sheriff and you have money from the fur trapper days. Next, you're going to tell me that you're a fairy tale prince come to sweep the princess off her feet." She wasn't aware of where this more talkative side came from, but she was definitely liking the way it felt coming off her tongue. Her hand gravitated to her forearm where Jean had grabbed her the day prior while his borderline shouting nearly drove her to nearly breaking down. Her head snapped back up when Bernie mentioned her giving directions back to her place, "Oh, of course. I just need a moment to get my bearings. It's been a while since I've been in this neck of the woods." She followed close behind Bernie, at times close enough to take a hold of him while the light seemed to fade away right until the garage opened up so they could leave.

Sam chuckled deeply at the brief remark Jean made then turned his head slightly, "There's a level of irony with you calling me a whippersnapper." He let the chuckle continue while letting Jean continue his point. He wasn't really about to keep going on with the argument, it was stuff he had heard before from protestors after a more violent outcome from situations he had been called in from. The biggest difference here was that his typical protestor was some rich kid that didn't know anything about the world or someone that hadn't even had a hard day's work, he knew Jean had some hard knocks and still kept his sentiments. Had to admire the wolf to sticking with his philosophy for as long as he did, "I'm only tangentially involved with them." He answered Tracey to start with his eyes back on the tree line, "My duty as an enforcer is to uphold the law, which means if a higher up is breaking it then I have authority to deal with the problem. You should ask the Detroit and Chicago departments about how serious I take them. Especially after the mess in the twenties. If Elliot Ness is still around he might be able to confirm all that too."

Yvonne started to scratch her arm at the mention that they would have to return to her and her 'boyfriend's' trailer in order to have more presentable clothes instead of dressing up like a waitress. Part of her debated the idea of playing the role of the maid and hoping for the best, then the other half told her to buck up and just go. That was a thought she generally didn't have, but somehow it was there and was speaking up louder than the one saying to play maid for Bernie. The same voice did say that Bernie might like it in their private time. That was when Yvonne shook her head to try and clear her thoughts while a deep red painted itself over her cheeks, "I guess it's for the best." She added in trying not to think more about what she had been thinking of just a minute ago, "After we've eaten. Just so I have the strength for it." She finished.

Breakfast had been one of the most pleasant changes to her morning ritual aside from waking up plastered to more pleasant company in sweat and other juices. While she would generally try to keep from eating too much and ruining her figure, a deep and primal urge told her to outright chow down on everything offered to her. The comfort around her really just made her feel at home despite only really have been in this house and this room once with the probability that she would be seeing them much more often now. She perked her head up from her breakfast when she heard Bernie's voice, "I almost guessed when I saw the house. Not all police and deputies are exactly rolling in money." Then came the surprise, "Oh, wow. I knew you were big, but I wasn't even thinking you were someone that important. No offense intended." She started before thinking about the other that grabbed her the previous day, "And I really need to dress my best, if we're going to be having an official meeting with another alpha." Started poking at the remains of her breakfast suddenly losing the intense appetite that she had just moments ago, "Let's just get this done so I don't have to do it again."

Sam's face started to shimmer with a brief golden light, seemingly out of his control, while his pupils shrunk down to slits and his mouth opened up to show rows of almost knife-like teeth as he spoke, "Those are some harsh accusations you have on me, wolf." His voice had completely changed from the almost stoic sounding detective to a deep guttural growl that lost whatever humanity that it possessed previously. With a shaky hand, he went for the pack of cigarettes from his chest pocket, snapped his fingers for a more intense orb of flame than prior ignitions. One deep drag that burned the entire stick down to the filter signaled a more calming aura around the detective. Instead of smelling like tobacco, the car seemed to fill with the smell of incense and burning herbs that were only really noticeable since the windows were closed. His eyes returned to the icy blue, the shimmer stopped and his dental features returned to that of a normal person's. Now that he returned to his calm he looked to Jean, "Don't collectivize every single enforcer component in the entire country or lump us in with all the bureaucrats in the upper echelons. The reason I didn't know what was going on here is because my component is currently on the other side of the country and I have enough on my plate dealing with Orcs that are forming violent gangs, centaurs protesting in the streets, the occasional bank robbery that humans are too fragile to deal with, etcetera ad infinitum. Had I known about your situation over here I would have made a personal visit and started doing what I do best to your hunter and corrupt bureaucrat problem. Just point me in the right direction and I'll start incinerating." He stared down Jean, not as a matter of intimidation, but just so that Jean could see that he wasn't looking away from his accusations, "I'm not going to change your mind, so I'm not dwelling on it any further. You're going to hate me for the fact I'm merely associated tangentially with them while I don't have any ill will against you or your kind after someone from your clan ripped my wife's throat out." His voice carried an eerie flat tone the entire time he stared Jean down until he broke the gaze to look out the window and the greenery at the sides of the road.

By the time Bernie had gone through his finish, Yvonne had been mostly blind to everything but him and the way he seemed to care about her pleasure as well as his own. So much went through her mind in the two hours that she hadn't even felt her skin breaking from the slight addition of pressure his teeth placed on her neck. The only new sensation she felt was the sudden flood of warmth that rocked throughout her insides once he pulled her down and ensured that she could not nor would move from his grasp and her frame pushed up against his chest. She was barely conscious for a moment after.

Yvonne had barely even felt herself sleep let along the entire night's extra activity when the sunlight started entering the cabin through the few openings that were available. Her fingers started slipping along her new lover's chest before she looked up and accepted the kiss, "I certainly could go for a little something." She stated not exactly eager to move from his chest right at that moment even if it was sort of necessary for anything to happen today. When she finally did slip off Bernie's lap, she stretched herself out in all her glory not really bothered at that moment that she was more or less giving him a show, "Oh, thank you." She smiled much more warmly than she had the day prior before picking up what clothes she had from the floor and took the short stroll to the bathroom. The shower drowned out most of what was happening outside, leaving her with time to enjoy the hot water and look over herself to see the variety of bruises now completely clear. With most of the events of the night prior being a bit of a blur she didn't know, and didn't seem to care, as to what caused her to heal from those bruises so quickly. The shower ended faster than she originally intended, but it was necessary when Bernie knocked and asked about her staying for guests. She looked down at her waitress's uniform with a bit of a nervous at what he might have thought about entertaining guests with a waitress in the house, "You wouldn't happen to have something a little more appropriate for guests would you?" She asked opening the door when she at least had her undergarments tucked on with some additional pressure that she wasn't exactly used to.

Sam took his first step off the train and glanced up at Jean with a less than impressed look on his face. Half of him figured that Jean was going to give him a nice, strong punch to the jaw; the other half figured that he remembered that the last time that happened there were several broken hand bones that took quite a bit of time to properly set and heal before it could be used again, "Defections you say? Kind of a big deal seeing how closely knit most clans are. Unless you guys are a little different up here, or someone is causing a lot of problems." The note about the alpha being large gave him less of a pause. If anything, all he did was shrug at the idea of being intimidated. Then came the news, "Of course Ian is involved." He muttered rolling his eyes, "How did I know he was going to be involved?" He asked in rhetoric with a faux annoyance.

Sam shrugged his shoulders at the question, "I wouldn't know all that kind of thing personally, but I have a wolf enforcer in my precinct that has a giant mouth about everything werewolf related. Told me about how his wife took about a week to get all the human scent off her. But back on topic. I think it's unlikely that if the assailants were human that they would have stayed human, or alive, for long." There was nothing but silence between them when Tracey mentioned the possibility of a warhead getting snuck into the states, "If that is the case, everything has to end fast. We find Steele, hope to god that he listens to us and believes us, then try and see if Ian is really that insane. If he is, I'm tearing him in half right in front of his group to show what happens when you try to do something that stupid. I'm not exaggerating that point, I'm going to dig my fingers into his chest and rip him open." As though responding to the what could have been a heavily restrained rage, his eyes began to glow amber right before the agent.

Yvonne let out a small giggle with the mention of relaxation and romance, something that she was enjoying right that second. Staying more quiet so that she wouldn't break the mood, she aided Bernie in the minor acts of removing her uniform and leaving her in nothing but her bra. The brief struggle he had gave a brief explanation as to why it wasn't off yet, "Let me help you a little with that." She spoke quietly while looping her arms behind her and making a few subtle motions to undo the clasp and slipped it off her shoulders, "Much better." She announced not shifting herself so that she was straddling his lap and her hands brushed through the fur on his chest, "You're going to have to forgive me, it's been a long while since I've been able to be quite like this." She gasped right as she felt his shaft rubbing up against her swollen nub and his other appendages doing their dance along her body, something that made her trying to take his girth in much more manageable while she adjusted to the more alien size slipping down into her. After she managed to get a fair way down, she pressed her cheek into his chest while she almost needed to recover, "I'm sure that this will happen more. So long as you don't mind me staying here for a while." She muttered as she attempted some subtle motions, making herself more eager to have this night last as long as possible.

Sam let Tracey mull the thoughts over to try and see if she could piece together the same pieces that he was. For the most part, she was right on the money. Aside from the thought of trying to target Steele and why they would have made the attempt, "That's where you're half right. On official terms, Ian and any goons he might have didn't have anything to do with it. Hunters did, or if my theory is right, small or newly turned werewolves given hunter garb and sent out on him and the family. Perhaps he thinks that if he can get some hunters involved he can swing Steele on his side. After that, it will only end in a mess. One way or the other. And if that happens, the only way to contain the problem is to shred everything to pieces. I really don't want to be the one that has to go back and say that I had to kill an entire clan of wolves because one of them got way too ambitious."

Yvonne, glad for the teenage wolf ordeal to be over, "No, I'm sure that you did fine. It could have gotten a lot worse I'm sure." She replied eager to just get back to their little moment and relax a little bit instead of the thought of having to go back to her house and worry about her boyfriend there. There was a momentary jump when she felt Bernie's hand place itself on her hip, that jump however just turned into her pushing herself up against his chest just relaxing on him, "I'm looking forward to it."

While the movie night had been enjoyable, there was the thought of what enjoyment there would be when she finally arrived at Bernie's home. When they finally drove up to the cabin, there was a look of awe spread over her face while she looked upward at the three floors on a log cabin looking house, "This is yours?" She asked just staring up and down at where she would be staying for the night. Her attention was then redirected to Bernie picking up the pup in her lap and bringing him over to the wolf she assumed was his mother. Without thinking much on it, she left the car long enough to see the mother wagging her tail and pick her pup up by the scruff of his neck, "You certainly have your way of, well, everything." She added in with a smile right before walking inside and seeing everything being even more fancy than she expected from her view of the outside, "I keep hearing the police saying they don't have enough to afford much, but then. Wow." She spoke, mostly to herself as she walked about the major attractions that she knew would have made living like a bachelor much easier. She hadn't even had a second to look to see what Bernie was up to in the fireplace and hadn't even noticed him coming back when she felt his hands on her once more. Without a second thought, she simply followed along with the sheriff's motions and right into his grasp when he took his seat, "You certainly like to touch." She spoke out without thinking while she felt his fingers once again working on her back and eventually traveling further right until her breath caught in her throat and a light shiver ran down her spine when he started fondling her nipples. She couldn't help herself and escalate things further with a deepening kiss. The moment she had to breathe, she looked up at him and started to trail her hand over his chin. After the kiss and escalations, she seemed much more open to anything, "You mind if I start taking a few things off? It is just feeling so warm in here." She asked starting to pull up on her skirt and give him more of a view.

Sam glanced over to the unbelieving look that was plastered over Tracey's face, "In short. He cause a lot of bad things to people towards the Oregon region. Especially when wagon trains were still rolling around here. Made himself and and followers of his into a bit of a nuisance. I imagine than the way things are going with his neck of the woods is pudding him off. And a pissed off wolf does either very stupid or very desperate things. Including pulling a 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' and aligning himself with someone the state's aren't on good terms with. In this case, the reds." In a more observant manner, he simply watched as the agent slip into some unconscious habits, "And that is the million dollar question. Is it one case, another, or are they somehow connected? After all, Ian would need a following to do as much damage as I'm sure he wants. Regardless of how consenting his followers are." He leaned himself back against the seat while waiting for her to come back with what he assumed was some sort of dismissal.

Yvonne simply let the crimson overtake her entire face at the brief explanation and the fin intention left to the imagination, "No worries. Not going to talk about it. Last word of it." She blurted out in rapid succession as she tried not to think exactly on what the pup and Bernie were on about.

There was only a short lived relief when Bernie stepped out of the car to pick up some snacks for what was likely going to be a long night under the stars. The relief however dissipated once the chill started to make its way back into the car. She started to shiver while the cold came back even with her pulling the blanket over her and the pup to help with warmth. The relief returned once more when her hero returned as well, with plenty to keep them both tied over for at least the end of their screen time, "Thank you sher-sorry-Bernie. I haven't exactly felt this at home for some time." She spoke up finally while looking up to see his brilliant yellow eyes. In a way it was like a predator looking down at his prey and in another his gaze stayed soft enough for her to relax somewhat while they slipped closer together. That feeling only seemed to ignite further as Bernie's fingers seemed to ease out her problems the longer that he continued. It was an almost foreign feeling to her, though not unwelcome. That however seemed to ignite something else in her. Something that made her want to run like she was expecting something else to happen drastically fast and another that only wanted that sensation to continue further and further despite what may be happening on the screen ahead of them.

That sensation ended just as quickly as it had arrived with the sounds of people around them screaming, the sight of wolves suddenly invading the drive in and the sudden clash as one of the wolves slammed his paws into Bernie's car. It was official, the magic had been completely disintegrated. A sentiment that only seemed to escalate as Bernie confronted and eventually made the teenagers scram with the threat of going to their parents. Once back, Yvonne shook her head. It's fine. Just some dumb teenagers causing problems again." She added easing herself back into him. For a moment she had a single question rising up and begging for her to speak, it seemed obvious with the fiddling of her fingers and her trying not to focus too far on Bernie, "Um. Bernie" She caught before she could slip again, "If it's not too much to ask. Could you continue what you were doing when we get to your place? Just, without the distractions." She couldn't help but to fidget in place as she thought of his answer.

Sam rolled his eyes after seeing the little reaction that Agent Tracey gave him to the minor change that he showed her, his head leaning up against his hand while he waited to stretch his legs out again and potentially go hands-on in what he was intended to be paid for, "I really hope you're not just thinking of that now." He muttered out while making small circles in the air with his off hand, "So, the question now. What was the message and what was Steele supposed to do after this? Given the method of execution, perhaps a show that he isn't untouchable. Maybe someone out there that thinks of him as a rival." There was a small pause while he let it all sink in, "Or perhaps Ian is making a come back with some more high profile friends with the Reds." He muttered out after his partner left the Jeep for the phone and later the concession stand for whatever drinks or snacks were available. He glanced up at Agent Tracey while she seemed to question something to herself when he looked back at him for whatever reason it was. With a small sigh, he waved his hand dismissively like he wasn't expecting her to get him anything or eat in general. He certainly didn't appear to be needing anything whether it being his bodily motions or his dismissive attitude to eating or drinking anything aside from the moonshine from many an hour or two prior.

Yvonne had an intense warm sensation running through her body the closer and more intimate the pair made themselves in their small enclosure, "Right. Just, used to titles a lot of the time." She answered back while softly stroking the pup's fur, at least until he pressed up against her breast with a bright red that ignited over her face, "I'm not too sure about being a mom, at least not just yet." She added in right before the belch right below her and the sudden surge of energy that he seemed to have directly after. Part of her simply just kept the smile on her face despite the fact she wasn't quite understanding whatever it was the two were having a conversation, the other part was trying to ignore the pup continuously pushing up against her breasts with some looks from the both of them suggesting that the conversation had somehow swapped to her breasts and whatever that might have entailed. Her face continued to grow brighter and brighter red the more that she thought about what the two were talking about, "So, interesting talk you two are having?" She asked trying to push the idea that they were both talking about her breasts out of her mind. That thought, however, was jarred straight back into place when the pup jumped on her and Bernie mentioned that he was hungry, "Not quite." She muttered quietly while trying to keep control in some way.

Sam took a few breaths to ease himself with his eyes closed. It wasn't completely unnatural for him to get scolded for his actions, specifically when something happened where building damages resulted in compensation, though now he was hearing information that was conflicting his orders and his instincts on a battle that happened around ten years back. Then came the last sentence, a statement that almost reminded him of his late wife. His eyes snapped open, a faint golden glow covering them for a second before reverting back to the icy blue color she had seen on him, "I make no promises. Especially if we have any tangos trying to kill us out here, but I will make an attempt." His eyes focused forward, this time deciding not to add any more comments on the operation.

Yvonne couldn't help but let a smile cross her lips while she attempted her method of pampering the small pup with as much affection that she could give, "That was nice of you to pick him up." She added in while she carefully stroked the pup's fur while they rode with the giant in the driver's side. While the sun continued to dive beyond the horizon, there was a thankful note for both the blanket and the nice warm sensations running up from the wolf beside her along with the one in her lap. While hesitant to start, she did eventually rest her head on his chest, "Thank you, Sheriff." She muttered softly while she eased herself into her new situation.

Sam glanced to the side with Agent Tracey's steadily growing annoyance with the topic that was brought up, a smirk curling up the corner of his mouth before spitting the burnt out cigarette from his mouth and on the street, "You know. This world just keeps getting smaller and smaller." He tapped his fingers once more against the side walls as soon as they reached the ferry with a moment to let everything sink in, "No one told the Krauts that. Or my lieutenant. Or the fact that the enemy numbers were about ten times as many as were reported." He paused for a moment to think on what else more he could list off, "Information given to us was FUBAR and we were outnumbered fifteen to one. If I wasn't on that squad then it's likely your boy Steele would have gotten overrun before he got his chance to get the wolves. I had to take as much of their attention as possible. Generally that involved spearing a Kraut through the heart with my bare hand or ripped a couple in half when they tried turning back inside. In short, that mission got fucked fast." Despite the topic and impending incidents, he seemed to hold his calm much easier despite being called 'the berserker of the 101st'.

Yvonne gave a small, nervous laugh at the clarification which thankfully she wouldn't have to answer now that she was already in the car and ready to go. The sudden deposit of the wolf pup in her lap was a very welcome surprise, to say the least. Her hands instantly went to scratching between the pup's ears with a smile. She nearly missed the question when Bernie asked about the movie suggestion, "Oh. I'm sure that's fine." She added in before looking down again at the pup, "So, friend of the family?" She asked about the wolf pup obviously tired in her lap.

"If this is the same Steele I knew and not just a familiar name with a familiar race." He mentioned with the lit cigarette hanging limply from his lip, "It was during the last war. I was with the 101st Airborne, he worked with you guys if I understood it right. Didn't like me much, granted I wasn't exactly all that stable when the bullets flew. I could afford that since the Krauts didn't exactly have the equipment to actually hurt me. Not lethally anyway." With a small puff, a small chunk of ash fell from his lip, "Funny thing. You remember that story about Steele just about single-handedly stopping the Nazi wolf soldier project, he was able to do that because I took the brunt of the bullets and guarding his ass against several hundred troops trying to storm their way in. I didn't take credit for anything special, I was just a soldier following orders and killing the enemy. Nothing more." He glanced over to Tracey expecting her to look at him with disbelief, "If we meet with Steele again, ask him about the berserker of the 101st. He could tell you more about me and the mess I made."

The few seconds that it took for Yvonne to hear Bernie's answer felt like nearly an hour, her heart was pumping at the idea that he would reject her request and felt ready to spring out of her chest. The relieve swelled over her like a wave the moment that he said she could have a guest room ready for her, "Thanks. This really means a lot." She let a small smile cross her face. She turned to face Mary with the same smile, "I don't think so. He seems like a nice guy." She spoke before getting back to work for how long she needed for Bernie to come back to the diner with his own personal car. With a spring in her step, at last, Yvonne made her way to Bernie and the door opened up for her, "Well, if you don't mind." She started with a thought of what he would think of her preferences, "I've always liked watching those detective movies." She finished with a small, nervous, smile as she seated herself, "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"