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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[not_onyourside]

Trust ees a rare zhing mon ami.

I am ever surprised at what people will do when offered enough money. As eef zhat will buy zheir happiness.

[sentryslinger]

It sure doesn't hurt, but that's one of those things it won't buy.

[He draws a couple of cards.]

Well, even if this Sniper friend of yours doesn't want to call it that, I hope you won't mind if I call you a friend of mine.

[not_onyourside]

[Considering he nearly drops his cards, it's a minor miracle he responds at all.]

You barely know me.

[sentryslinger]

Well, I know you trust me enough to take me on a much needed vacation, don't mind learnin' a thing or two about fishing, will take a nap in front of me without fearin' I'll kill you in your sleep, and I know you won't do the same to me. We kept each other alive durin' a blizzard, and you were even willing to hide me in your base when you had no reason to- you had more of a reason to just let me freeze to death out there. I know a little about where you came from and how you got here, why it is you do your job, and what you want to do if you manage to make it out of your contract alive.

I might not know your name, but I think that's a good start, don't you?

[not_onyourside]

I suppose zhat ees true.

Zhank you.

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles.]

You're welcome, Spy. And now that I've said that, you might not even want to talk to me on account of this.

[He lays down his cards. Meet his four tens.]

[not_onyourside]

Just softening zhe blow were you?

[ His two eights are nothing. He's certainly not going to take his shirt off and be uncomfortable the whole time, which leaves his trousers.

Off they go, neatly folded and laid to the side. It's rather cold to be sitting around in his underpants, but he has a temporary solution; opening that second bottle of wine. ]

[sentryslinger]

I might have been. I meant it, though. Every word.

[He shuffles and deals another hand, still smiling.]

[not_onyourside]

You are very kind to someone you have only known for a short while.

[He smiles at his cards. Hello there full house.]

[sentryslinger]

[He doesn't have nearly that luck with his two sixes.]

Well, like I said, I think I know enough to know you aren't a bad person.

[not_onyourside]

I try not to be. I am glad eet shows.

[sentryslinger]

[He draws a card. Well, he's got two pair now. That's not too bad.]

It's a good thing, but it can be dangerous with our jobs. I know that for every fella like you who isn't so bad, there's another who is the exact opposite.

[not_onyourside]

Een zhe case of Spies, at least ten.

Zhough I will say zhe majority of Engineer's are mostly easygoing.

[sentryslinger]

I'd say that describes me, too.

[He sets down his two pair, hoping for the best.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy at least has the good grace to not look incredibly smug with his full house.]

You most certainly are. Zhe perfect vacationing partner.

[sentryslinger]

I might be that, but I'm an imperfect poker player. Maybe I should have tried to convince you to fold that time.

[He loses the goggles that have been hiding his eyes, left with his undershirt and underwear. And his Gunslinger, if that counts as an accessory rather than a hand.]

[not_onyourside]

Remember zhat zhis was your idea mon ami.

[Such pretty eyes too.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm not backin' down. There are still a few hands, so my luck might turn around yet.

[not_onyourside]

Or you might end up sleeping nude.

I suppose we shall see.

[He smiles as he deals out the next hand.]

[sentryslinger]

At least there's a blanket to keep me warm.

[Annnnd still no luck. Have his best attempt at a poker face against his hand full of nothing, Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

[His three of a kind isn't great, but he'll take it.]

Ever zhe optimist.

And what about you? I feel like I have told you all about my sordid past and still know nozzing about you.

[sentryslinger]

Well, what is it you'd like to know?

[not_onyourside]

For starters why you chose to do zhis. Out of all of us you seem zhe most likely to be able to obtain an actual career zhat ees not killing people.

[sentryslinger]

[He looks to his cards.]

When I told you engineering is a family business, I meant it in every sense. This was my father's work. Grandfather's too.

[not_onyourside]

At BLU you mean?

I would zhink after being here no one would want zheir children to suffer zhe same fate.