Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[sentryslinger]

It makes a difference if they need someone to fix it.

[not_onyourside]

You are on vacation. Be on vacation.

[He flips the lighter closed, grabbing Engineer around the middle and trying to drag him onto the bed.]

[sentryslinger]

[At least he's laughing as he's getting dragged.]

You'll be thankin' me when we have heat in this room. It gets cold at night, you know.

[not_onyourside]

Yes yes. Go to sleep.

[Bed time Engie.]

You are not working on your holiday.

[sentryslinger]

This wouldn't be working. It'd be doing all the other patrons a good service, from us to them.

[not_onyourside]

From you to zhem.

I am not going to fix zhe power.

[sentryslinger]

I can say you're my associate.

[not_onyourside]

Who knows nozzing about how zhese zhings work and will probably electrocute himself.

[sentryslinger]

You'll be the talker of the two of us, considerin' I'm not going to get far looking like this.

[not_onyourside]

Eets dark.

Also you can put on pants eef you are leaving zhe room. I am not zhat cruel.

[sentryslinger]

You might be. You are tryin' to keep us from helping people who might need our assistance.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy sighs. Here he is, in complete darkness, Engineer is in his underwear, he's managed to drag him onto the bed with him, and now he wants to go be some sort of mechanical hero.

Why can't Spy ever win?]

Very well. Eef you insist.

[sentryslinger]

We'll just run down there and check real quick-like. It won't take long.

[He slides back into his pants and shirt, grabbing his toolbelt from his suitcase, not even bothering with shoes. Color him excited to deal with machinery as he heads for the door.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy mutters something in French as the warm body that had been pressed against him wandered away to go get greasy and disgusting out in the cold.]

I suppose.

[He sounds less than thrilled as he stumbles around in the dark pulling his pants and jacket back on.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer heads several steps toward the elevator, only to remember it won't be working. He laughs and turns, heading for the steps.]

Time for you to learn a little about machines, partner.

[not_onyourside]

Just what I have always wanted.

[He begrudgingly follows down the stairs, suddenly regretting being on such a high floor. At least hopefully the elevators would be working on the way up.]

What exactly are we doing again?

[sentryslinger]

Goin' to see if they need any help. And if they do, maybe they'll show us some gratitude for our services.

[not_onyourside]

I suppose zhey might be grateful.

[Visions of the kitchen being full of pie are dancing through his head.]

For now I will just be grateful eef I do not fall down zhis entire staircase.

[sentryslinger]

I've got us covered.

[He opens the door to the stairwell and reaches into his toolbelt, producing a small flashlight. Yep- that is a super dark stairwell.]

[not_onyourside]

What ozzer goodies do you have een zhere?

[He peers over Engie's shoulder, not liking the idea of walking down 12 flights of stairs with only a flashlight.]

[sentryslinger]

One for you too, if it'll make ya feel better.

[He offers a flashlight back to Spy, heading down as fast as his little legs will take him.]

[not_onyourside]

You will be zhe one I roll eento eef I fall.

[He clicks it on, starting down the black hole of a staircase.]

You are really excited about zhis.

[sentryslinger]

Can't help it, Spy. I won't turn down an opportunity to fix a problem.

[not_onyourside]

Even een zhe middle of a storm wez zhe power out.

Your team ees lucky to have you.

[sentryslinger]

And here I thought you might not think that, seein' how you're havin' to put up with me now.

[He slips on the last few steps and barrels down, staying on his feet, but hitting the door at the bottom pretty hard. Even with that hit, he's chuckling.]

Guess I got ahead of myself for a second there.