Blandine Meets The Professionals

Blandine asked laceymcbain what Doyle and Bodie would say if asked what colours they were.

Here's the reply:

Doyle: What colour would I ... bloody hell, what kind of ...
Bodie: (with forced pleasantness) Raymond, just answer the question. The sooner you answer, the sooner we get to a proper pub.
Doyle: Right. (thinks) Puce.
Bodie: Puce? What the hell kind of ... (looks at Blandine) Excuse us.

(Lads go off to the side)

Bodie: (stares at Doyle) Puce?
Doyle: It's a kind of reddish-purple.
Bodie: I know what it is, I just don't know--
Doyle: No, you don't. You thought it was grey. You said Murph's car was puce, and it's--
Bodie: Doyle! (grabs his arm) Why?
Doyle: (looks away and shakes head) It was everywhere. Dark, thick purply-red. When I got shot. I ... puce.

*OH, the ANGST!!*

Bodie: (touches his face) Let's get out of here.
Doyle: What about ... (gestures towards Blandine)
Bodie: Cowley'll be along. He can chat her up.
Doyle: (grins) And what colour would you be?
Bodie: (leading the way out) I would be a royal blue. Named for the princes, I was. Such a beautiful baby.
Doyle: And modest too.

(They leave through the back door as Cowley enters.)

Cowley: Ah, Miss Blandine, so good to meet you. I've followed your career with the Fifth Office. I say, I never expected to get a call from the Amethyst Shadow.
Blandine: (smiles demurely)
Cowley: So, what is it I can do for you? (she whispers in his ear) Colour? Aye, excellent question. Did the lads ... (he looks around) ... yes, well, I'll have a chat with them. Now, to your question ... I would say grey - hard as iron, strong as a Scottish gale. Yes, grey. Now, let me buy you a wee dram of something and you can tell me all about yourself. I'm particularly interested in what you've done with embroidery floss as a garotting tool.

Blandine looks flattered. Conversation continues ...