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[everythinglost]

Call for a good time

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[reargunner]

[He does enjoy a good Fitz Tale, his posture altering slightly as the other man begins telling a story. No idea how many of them might be true, but if even half of them are...]

Of all the things you could've put it out on, you picked your hand?

[Not like... the floor? The sole of his boot? Anything like that?]

Just how close to a bar brawl did you think you were?

[everythinglost]

See what you do if you're in a very fancy casino being judged by seven foot bear slash dog aliens.

I hadn't gotten a good judge of what might start a bar brawl yet, and I didn't want to start there!

[He doesn't try to make his mock indignation sound real. He shared the story because he's well aware it had been dumb.]

[reargunner]

Sounds terrifying. [He gives Fitz a little nudge and a smirk.]

Never actually been in a fancy casino though. Aliens or otherwise.

[everythinglost]

Probably shouldn’t have hit on the boss’s girlfriend either. [But he can’t be expected to repress his true nature.

He smirks.] That was my first time, and it taught me an important lesson: it’s good to have rich friends.

[reargunner]

Yeah, may not have helped your situation with that, nitwit.

[A grin. If nothing else, Fitz's stories always have the consistency of him constantly managing to get himself into ridiculous amounts of trouble.]

Can't say I know how it feels, though. The 'rich friends' thing. How'd that work out for you?

[everythinglost]

In my defense, she was really pretty.

[He shrugs, turning the lighter over in his hands.]

Well I say rich, but it's two different things, right. We always had money cos we could travel through space and time so that basically got everything sorted. And we could do that cos of class things. You know you're dealing with pretentious bastards when they call themselves the Lords of Time. It works well for the bits that are important to me.

[reargunner]

[Nod, nod. Sure, he gets it. A pretty face can do a lot.]

'Lords of Time', huh.

[One corner of his mouth pulls into a smile.]

Wanna go test these out?

[everythinglost]

Right?

[He shakes his head with a grin. It's so, well, lordly that it loops back into amusement instead of annoyance at the highhandedness. Well, as long as he doesn't have to deal with them.

He tosses up the lighter, catching it.]

Gotta make sure it works out right.

[reargunner]

Exactly.

[He moves back, just one or two steps.]

Don't smoke inside these days, usually, but if you do I'm good for it. Otherwise, we got our usual spot.

[everythinglost]

[He nods.]

I got out of the habit myself. Besides, the deck has the better view.

[reargunner]

Mm, not wrong there.

[He takes another idle step back.]

So, shall we?

[everythinglost]

Lets go.

[He grins as he opens the door.]

Plus, if it turns out they implanted secret explosives that go off at a specific number of clicks, I vote the deck over my room.

[reargunner]

Damn, I didn't think of that.

[He mutters to himself as if he's taking the thought entirely seriously as they leave the room and head down the corridor. The lighter gets turned over in his hands a few times.]

Should be quick, at least. I can think of worse ways to go.

[everythinglost]

Your problem, Alexei, is that you're not paranoid enough.

[He tosses his own lighter up, catching it again.]

But you do have the list of worse ways to die, so you're doing alright.