Casey was bored. Dagny not having a real job didn't give him much to do to busy himself. Not that he enjoyed the Buy More much, but at least he could try to sell a Beastmaster grill to someone
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"Bonjour!" She returned the greeting, and then lent against the door frame as if she was completely exhausted from walking down a flight of stairs.
"Ah can't stay in dat apartment, no mor'. Iffen ah do, ah'm gonna do somet'in' insane." That was a true statement, there was serious consideration to making some sort of ladder out of a bed sheet and escaping out the window. Hell tunneling out would have done the trick, just to give her something to do.
"Let's get drunk, ah'm buyin'." She pushed herself off the door frame and took a few steps backward before whimpering. "S'il vous plaît!"
Casey watched Dagny prop herself up in the doorway and gave a "What are you doing?" look as she did.
He sighed and thought for a moment. "I'm not going to get drunk but, I guess I could use a drink." He looked at his scotch bottle and it was pretty much empty. "Back in a minute."
He closed the door and prepared himself for the evening, making sure he had a gun ready if he needed it. He grabbed his keys and wallet and opened the door again.
"Fine, let's go," he said, closing and locking the door behind him.
While he was busy freshening up Dagny was busy counting how many steps it would take to get from one end of the hallway to the other. She was counting under her breath and on number eighty two when he reopened his door and she looked up at him. So much for proving her theory that the whole building was shirking.
"Didja know dat bananas are becomin' extinct? Dare too homogeneous, can't breed wit other plants ta build up immunities. So when ah virus comes dey can't protect demselves an' dey all dead!" Dagny Taggart, mistress of small talk.
By the time they reached the street she thought that maybe she shouldn't push her luck and just keep her mouth shut tonight.
Dagny was silence. The Earth continued rotating, down the block a cab honked it's horn and somewhere up above them a TV was turned up too loud. Dagny just stared at him and then started laughing.
"Yes. Yes. Iffen ya woulda been thirty seconds faster ya woulda saved millions, nah, billions o' innocent bananas. BANANAS."
She was still laughing at John "Banana Killer" Casey (A nickname she would probably never, ever, ever, EVER tell him about) when she headed in the direction of one of the neighborhood bars.
"It took years, an' ah reckon ya didn't have nothin' ta do wit it."
"Sarcasm! Interestin' ain't never heard dat before!" Nodding at the sign she pushed at the door with her hip and the door swung open and she stepped inside holding the door open for him with her back.
"It was still funny. Despite ya sarcasm, ya can be ah funny guy." The bar was a normal neighborhood bar. A few locals, two pool tables, a jukebox a wrap around bar with tables and booths. It was a slow night with a couple shooting pool and people laughing and sitting around the bar playing darts.
Casey followed, holding the door as he stepped over the threshold. "I got it," he said.
He looked around the bar a bit. Everything seemed pretty ordinary, nothing special about the place. "I have my moments," he replied, referring to Dagny calling him a funny guy. "So, where do you want to sit?"
Her eyebrows rose and she looked up at him, moving away from the door, so he could hold it. "Ya, ya got yer moments." He did, he could be funny, and at moments he could be down right polite. Then, at times, he could scare the ever loving hell out of her.
She pointed to a booth, she didn't like sitting at the bar - backs to the door just seemed like a bad idea. Blame it on Casey. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put her purse next to her before putting her arms on the table. "Ya wanna see a picture of the baby?!"
A waiter came up and set down two menus along with the drink specials as Dagny took out a songram. "My brother's girlfriend, ah'm gonna be an aunt! Dunno what dat makes ya." She pushed the picture over toward him, the baby was nothing more then a little fleshy tadpole.
Grinning proudly she nodded and took the picture back and tucked it back in her purse. "Thanks! One day we'll go down an' ya can meet dem, dey'd like ya. Very rough an' icky boy stuff. Ya could go out an' shoot stuff an' I'll do laundry."
Laughing she put her hands back on the table and tapped her fingers as she looked around at the people standing around them. She briefly scanned their thoughts, it was a habit of hers.
"Hunters, well, what do ya call people who go out in de woods an' get drunk an' shoot at t'ings?" She raised an eyebrow at him and then grinned before the waiter came back and looked expectantly at the both of them.
"Ah can't stay in dat apartment, no mor'. Iffen ah do, ah'm gonna do somet'in' insane." That was a true statement, there was serious consideration to making some sort of ladder out of a bed sheet and escaping out the window. Hell tunneling out would have done the trick, just to give her something to do.
"Let's get drunk, ah'm buyin'." She pushed herself off the door frame and took a few steps backward before whimpering. "S'il vous plaît!"
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He sighed and thought for a moment. "I'm not going to get drunk but, I guess I could use a drink." He looked at his scotch bottle and it was pretty much empty. "Back in a minute."
He closed the door and prepared himself for the evening, making sure he had a gun ready if he needed it. He grabbed his keys and wallet and opened the door again.
"Fine, let's go," he said, closing and locking the door behind him.
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"Didja know dat bananas are becomin' extinct? Dare too homogeneous, can't breed wit other plants ta build up immunities. So when ah virus comes dey can't protect demselves an' dey all dead!" Dagny Taggart, mistress of small talk.
By the time they reached the street she thought that maybe she shouldn't push her luck and just keep her mouth shut tonight.
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They reached the street and Casey looked about for a moment. "So, where did you want to go?" he asked.
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"Yes. Yes. Iffen ya woulda been thirty seconds faster ya woulda saved millions, nah, billions o' innocent bananas. BANANAS."
She was still laughing at John "Banana Killer" Casey (A nickname she would probably never, ever, ever, EVER tell him about) when she headed in the direction of one of the neighborhood bars.
"It took years, an' ah reckon ya didn't have nothin' ta do wit it."
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They arrived outside of a bar and Casey looked up at the sign. "This the place you want to go to?"
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"It was still funny. Despite ya sarcasm, ya can be ah funny guy." The bar was a normal neighborhood bar. A few locals, two pool tables, a jukebox a wrap around bar with tables and booths. It was a slow night with a couple shooting pool and people laughing and sitting around the bar playing darts.
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He looked around the bar a bit. Everything seemed pretty ordinary, nothing special about the place. "I have my moments," he replied, referring to Dagny calling him a funny guy. "So, where do you want to sit?"
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She pointed to a booth, she didn't like sitting at the bar - backs to the door just seemed like a bad idea. Blame it on Casey. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put her purse next to her before putting her arms on the table. "Ya wanna see a picture of the baby?!"
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He sat down in the booth and looked a bit puzzled by Dagny's question. "The baby?"
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"I guess that would make me a more distant cousin," Casey replied, chuckling a bit.
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Laughing she put her hands back on the table and tapped her fingers as she looked around at the people standing around them. She briefly scanned their thoughts, it was a habit of hers.
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Casey glanced around too, trying to see if anyone here looked like a threat.
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"What can I gettcha?"
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Upon hearing the waiter ask for their order, he glanced at Dagny and said with a bit of politeness, "Ladies first."
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