[TM] Boston... fucking city.
Ty wasn't even sure how the hell he got roped into coming to Boston to visit Moe, but apparently it was 'fair trade' which wasn't as big of a deal as he had made it out to seem. The big deal that had spanned several phone calls of complaining, a few emails tossed back and forth and even an instant messenger conversation or three. He was making it really clear that he hated the concept of Boston and the only reason he was going out there was to take care of something Eve emailed him about while she was in Gotham. Of course it was something he could have done in Los Angeles, but he wasn't about to tell that to Moe and give her the satisfaction of knowing he was flying cross the damn country to hang out with her.
That would defeat the purpose of him complaining non-stop.
He rented a Dogde something, that he figured was at least fast. He didn't really like that it was actually a car with a trunk, but until someone told him where he could rent a pick up truck it just gave him something else to bitch to Moe about. It was odd though, cause his flight got in so late that he wasn't sure if he could check in technically... to his hotel yet. It was Thursday, but it was barely Thursday. Check-in was at noon, and he was half a day from noon.
So on the street, he sat in the rental and picked up his cell and called Moe. The moment she picked up the phone he didn't even give her a chance to say a thing. He heard the click and ranted off, "So I come all the way to this city, I rent a fucking... I don't even know what the hell this is. It's a Dodge. And I can't get into my hotel room until noon. So you young lady? I think waiting on me hand and foot sounds good to me. Or food. Cause the flight? Yeah no food."
That would defeat the purpose of him complaining non-stop.
He rented a Dogde something, that he figured was at least fast. He didn't really like that it was actually a car with a trunk, but until someone told him where he could rent a pick up truck it just gave him something else to bitch to Moe about. It was odd though, cause his flight got in so late that he wasn't sure if he could check in technically... to his hotel yet. It was Thursday, but it was barely Thursday. Check-in was at noon, and he was half a day from noon.
So on the street, he sat in the rental and picked up his cell and called Moe. The moment she picked up the phone he didn't even give her a chance to say a thing. He heard the click and ranted off, "So I come all the way to this city, I rent a fucking... I don't even know what the hell this is. It's a Dodge. And I can't get into my hotel room until noon. So you young lady? I think waiting on me hand and foot sounds good to me. Or food. Cause the flight? Yeah no food."