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Apr 18, 2010 21:07

WHO: Tank Girl, Mitch Hundred
WHERE: On top of Tank's old bar, the Speakeasy.
WHEN: SOMETIME DURING THIS WEEK I GUESS
WARNINGS: Other than the illicit drugs? Nah.
SUMMARY: Pot, politics, lunch.
FORMAT: WHATEVER

( Green Day is a stupid band name )

† tank girl | n/a, mitchell hundred | the great machine

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homomachinis April 19 2010, 01:47:01 UTC

Mitchell wasn't exactly sure what to make of the note from Tank. She was anarchistic, sure, but she wasn't going to try and do him in either, he had already figured that much out. The thing he hadn't figured out was why she was asking him to come meet her for lunch.

He'd almost denied it out of general policy, before he decided he might as well see what she wanted. For one thing, she could always twist the spurred invitation against him if he didn't come, and on top of that, it was really rude, and he wasn't that kind of guy.

So here he was, climbing up the stairs, before he opened the door, popping his head through to get a good look at the roof before stepping all of the way onto the roof.

grenadeball April 19 2010, 01:55:00 UTC

She waved, fairly friendly. She was even dressed nice. Suit, all red tie, and nice leather shoes.

Okay, and her hair was currently a messily shaved hot pink mess, but still.

"Hey, Mitch. Glad you could make it. Sit down, take a load off."

Holy god, she was being friendly.

homomachinis April 19 2010, 02:00:19 UTC

He blinked once. Twice.

That wasn't exactly disarming, but he pushed back the tinges of paranoia. He could handle almost anything she could throw at him, almost anything, really.

"Hey, Tank," he greeted, stepping over to the chair, then plopping right down in it. He was dressed in one of his two suits, they were cheap, but they didn't look it. He'd managed to learn how to run a campaign on almost nothing before, so he'd taken those techniques from home and applied them here.

"Some weekend, huh?"

grenadeball April 19 2010, 02:03:56 UTC

"Yeah. That's part of why I invited you over, actually." She said, and then took a slab of steak from the center plate on the table, along with a sunny-side up egg.

Took a big, juicy slice of that steak. Washed it down with some tea.

"Simply put, I owe you. A lot."

What.

"Help yourself to some food, man. Even I can't eat all of that."

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