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]

[Engineer smiles, watching people walk past them as they head for the theater.]

Me too. It ain't that bad at all.

[not_onyourside]

And not working ees a nice change.

I have not ruined a single suit!

[sentryslinger]

We've still got a day, so you might not want to jinx it.

[not_onyourside]

Perhaps I will spill popcorn all over eet at zhe theatre.

I wonder where everyone ees, eet rained and now zhey are all hiding?

[sentryslinger]

Does seem a bit sparse, doesn't it?

[There's not a line for the theater at all as he nears the booth.]

Might have a theater to ourselves. This ain't all that big a town as it is.

[not_onyourside]

Good. No one will talk zhrough eet.

[And they can sit in the back of the theater and canoodle.]

And we can buy out zhe concession stand.

[sentryslinger]

Now that's a plan right there. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth.

[He beelines for the door, leaving Spy to the ticket booth.]

You get our tickets, and I'll clear out their candy aisle.

[not_onyourside]

I knew I could count on you.

[He cheerfully buys their tickets, noting that there's only a few scarce people around them. The rain really must have scared them away. Well that was fine. More movie theater for him and Engineer.

Tickets in hand he catches up to Engineer, peering over his shoulder at his purchases.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer might have bought one of everything. In fact, he just about did, his pockets lined with candy and couple of bags of popcorn tucked in his arms as he tries to juggle the drinks.]

Don't think they were expectin' a pair like us to come in here today. Probably not ever, either.

[not_onyourside]

We are making zheir fortune, zhey can deal wez eet.

[He takes the drinks before Engineer drops everything on the floor, tucking the tickets into his pocket.]

I am used to being overdressed wherever I go, eet does not bozzer me.

[sentryslinger]

I think you could tell from the other night I don't get gussied up often.

[After navigating their way into the theater, Engineer is a little relieved to see it is totally empty, save for two other people in the front row. He picks them a spot in the middle, where they can get a good view.]

This fine with you?

[not_onyourside]

[Visions of necking in the back row are dashed to smithereens but he's determined to be a gentleman about this. He nods settling down into the seat and getting comfortable.]

You clean up nice zhough. You should do eet more often.

[He goes to set the drinks on the ground before realizing that the theater had upgraded to having fancy cupholders attached to the seats in front of them. ]

Well zhat ees clever.

[sentryslinger]

Ain't it, though?

[He settles down in his seat, his attention on the screen as news reels play before the film. Unsurprisingly is a part about Teufort and the gravel wars that are "devastating the region."]

Well, so much for complete anonymity.

[not_onyourside]

I still do not understand how gravel ees ruining anyzzing. Or why eets worzh fighting over een zhe first place.

But zhe towns must let zhem, or zhey would run zhe teams out.

[He starts in on the popcorn.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm sure the money we spend when we do go to town helps ease their minds.

[He has a handful himself, making himself comfy in his chair as the news reel finishes. Time for On Her Majesty's Secret Service.

It's a good thing they go to see an exciting film full of action, drama, and espionage; it's even better that they're not having a test on it later, as Engie is sound asleep no more than ten minutes in. Apparently, the night caught up with him, and no amount of candy or soda could keep him awake.]

[not_onyourside]

[At least he's not snoring.

Spy wraps an arm around him and leans him against his side. Spy continues shoveling popcorn into his mouth, actually pretty interested in the movie.

He definitely needs more gadgets.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer might actually be able to build some of them if he had any idea what they were. He doesn't though, as he snoozes right through the movie, leaning heavily on Spy, his hand occasionally making a mechanical whirr as it twitches.

He's missing a pretty awesome chase sequence. He really likes those.]

[not_onyourside]

[That's okay because Spy thinks the sleeping is adorable. Also he gets to stealthily pick Engie's pockets to snag more candy which is one of those minor challenges that Spy really enjoys, trying to not wake him up.

And when does Spy get to go to the Alps to a lodge that appears to just be full of scantily clad women? He's never even been skiing. Yet another thing to add to his pre-retirement list.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer's pockets are easily picked, though he does mumble as a box of candy slides out of his overalls.

Ah, being buried in an avalanche. Engie would be glad he's missing this part because that's a little too soon for him. He'd be happy to never see snow again.]

[not_onyourside]

[Snow means snuggling! Snuggling is being had!

Also all of these chocolate mint things that Engie had in his pockets. Spy is going to be so wired for the rest of the day.

He stretches as the credits roll, staring down the people in the front row who look disapprovingly at him. He waits till they've left before gently nudging Engineer.]

Zhere ees still some candy left.

[sentryslinger]

[Engie awakens with a snort, sitting up as though he'd been paying attention the whole time, only to look very sheepish as he notes the credits on the screen.]

Heh. Sorry about that, partner. Guess I needed that nap after all.

[not_onyourside]

Eets fine. But I may have eaten most everyzzing.

You did miss a razzer good movie, zhough zhere was a lot of snow. Eet was een zhe mountains.

[sentryslinger]

[He grins wryly.]

I think I can do without any reminders.

[He stretches, his back cracking loudly.]

[not_onyourside]

Believe me, I know. I am cold just zhinking about eet.

You are making all kinds of creaking noises. Do you require oiling?

[sentryslinger]

Naw. Probably just a good night's rest that ain't in a chair.

[He probably wouldn't appreciate the oiling Spy might be thinking of. His stomach grumbles as he sidles his way out of he aisle.]

I'm just fallin' apart all over the place.