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Well ain't this a coincidence?
And here I was thinking I'd have to start from scratch.
And here I was thinking I'd have to start from scratch.
Lucky guy. First my job boss. Now my temp warden.
[ hear that grin in her voice? ]
I think you should give me a couple of days off.
[ hear that grin in her voice? ]
I think you should give me a couple of days off.
Yeah? Sitting behind the counter too strenuous for you?
[Equally amused.]
You're working double shifts just for asking.
[Equally amused.]
You're working double shifts just for asking.
H-hey. Well, you're a fucking slave driver.
[ :| :| :| ]
Okay, what about a few bottles of good liquor?
[ :| :| :| ]
Okay, what about a few bottles of good liquor?
Now that I can do.
Or let's just meet for drinks and I'll give you what I've got.
Or let's just meet for drinks and I'll give you what I've got.
Shit, really? I can definitely meet you. Where?
Be right there.
[ laura doesn't bother with a goodbye and gets herself up to the lounge in a timely enough fashion.
she peers inside and sees him. ]
[ laura doesn't bother with a goodbye and gets herself up to the lounge in a timely enough fashion.
she peers inside and sees him. ]
[He's got a table saved for them, two bottles ready. Glass in hand, he spots her and raises one in a greeting.]
You know, despite being a slave driver, you win for being a decent temporary warden so far. Then again, I've only had one other and I think she disappeared.
[ she flops herself into the seat across and eyes the bottles to see what they were. ]
[ she flops herself into the seat across and eyes the bottles to see what they were. ]
[Whiskey in one, vodka in another. He lets her have her pick.]
You let people in Goodneighbor hear you call me a slave driver, they'd laugh you out of the damn town, sister.
My temps disappeared on me, too. Two of 'em. So don't go getting any funny ideas.
You let people in Goodneighbor hear you call me a slave driver, they'd laugh you out of the damn town, sister.
My temps disappeared on me, too. Two of 'em. So don't go getting any funny ideas.
Why? Honestly, and I mean this with no disrespect about your.. [ gestures at his face ], but you do actually have a face for one.
[ she glances at the bottles ]
Definitely vodka.
[ she glances at the bottles ]
Definitely vodka.
Heh. I've heard worse about my face. [He passes her the bottle.]
I'm just a guy who became mayor after seeing the bullshit going around and decided I needed to do something about it.
I don't run a tight ship. We help people who need helping...and we hurt people who need hurting.
I'm just a guy who became mayor after seeing the bullshit going around and decided I needed to do something about it.
I don't run a tight ship. We help people who need helping...and we hurt people who need hurting.
Will is starting to get used to the extra walking involved with having his border collie Jet now on-board, and it's probably doing him some good. He doesn't get nearly as much exercise now that he's not working maintenance, and now there's much more opportunity to chat about something he cares about- dogs.
When he passes by the cabin on deck 4 with the frosted glass windows at the top, he can see that someone's in. It's one of the few times he thinks about actually seeking out conversation, and- he realizes as he slows down that it's been awhile. Since before the memory thing. So he has Jet stop, gives the excited dog a 'wait' command, and knocks on the door.
When he passes by the cabin on deck 4 with the frosted glass windows at the top, he can see that someone's in. It's one of the few times he thinks about actually seeking out conversation, and- he realizes as he slows down that it's been awhile. Since before the memory thing. So he has Jet stop, gives the excited dog a 'wait' command, and knocks on the door.
Trevor's doing his fight club tonight. In case you wanna go.
Didn't know if you knew about them
You don't gotta fight
I didn't. I can't say I've met Trevor yet either but a night at the fights? What girl can say no to that?
Sounds like a reasonable set of rules.
[ she takes it and cracks the seal to unscrew the lid. ]
More than I can say about the Admiral.
[ she takes it and cracks the seal to unscrew the lid. ]
More than I can say about the Admiral.
Laura has had less than a handful of visitors over the time she's been on the barge and the unexpected knock at her door has her wondering if someone is lost. Upon opening the door she finds Will and her smile is immediate.
"Hey Tully," she looks confused before dropping her gaze to the unfamiliar dog. She gasps excitedly. "Who is this gorgeous new fluffy face?"
"Hey Tully," she looks confused before dropping her gaze to the unfamiliar dog. She gasps excitedly. "Who is this gorgeous new fluffy face?"
"Hey, Addy," Will says, a smile breaking through his usually somewhat dour expression. He crooks a finger on the hand closest to Jet and the dog starts doing 'tippy-taps' with his front paws, tail wagging and panting in excitement over meeting someone new.
Will makes a pleased noise at Jet not jumping up immediately and pets the fluffy head, telling him 'good dog'. He makes the 'formal' introduction to Laura- "This is Jet. He needs more walks than Winston. I saw your light on and- hope I'm not interrupting too much?"
Will makes a pleased noise at Jet not jumping up immediately and pets the fluffy head, telling him 'good dog'. He makes the 'formal' introduction to Laura- "This is Jet. He needs more walks than Winston. I saw your light on and- hope I'm not interrupting too much?"
What do you have to say about him?
[Hancock is always down for a good bitch session, after all.]
[Hancock is always down for a good bitch session, after all.]
Not able to resist getting on Jet's level, she crouches down and watches the two and she can barely contain the noise of being so utterly taken with the dog. It's almost enough for her to want one of her own, but there is zero faith in herself to be able to care for one.
"Not at all," Laura smiles and glances up. "I was trying to figure out what to do with myself. Do you guys mind if I join you on your walk?"
"Not at all," Laura smiles and glances up. "I was trying to figure out what to do with myself. Do you guys mind if I join you on your walk?"
He reminds me a little of the dickbag god I harpooned. A smug bastard who knew he could pull the shit he did because he could. Used people and their feelings for others.
[ Laura's voice presents the intense loathing she has for Wednesday, words clipped, her tone short. ]
[ Laura's voice presents the intense loathing she has for Wednesday, words clipped, her tone short. ]
Yeah, that's the kind of shit I hate. People in power who use it just to hurt other people.
[He pours himself a glass.]
What happened to him?
[He pours himself a glass.]
What happened to him?
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