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.
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"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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