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]

I apparently did.

[He heads over to his bed and picks up what looks like a set of boots that blend into a pair of overalls.]

These'll keep the mud off ya.

[not_onyourside]

What -- What ees zhis.

[Spy takes the outfit, holding it gingerly as if it might be contagious.]

I am supposed to wear zhis?

[sentryslinger]

Well, yeah.

[Though he gets the feeling from Spy's tone that he won't.]

[not_onyourside]

[He's staring at it like it might bite.]

Do I wear eet over my own pants?

[sentryslinger]

Yeah. Though I suppose you don't have to. Wouldn't feel very good if you didn't though, I'll tell you that.

[not_onyourside]

[He eyes Engineer strangely, trying to determine if this is some sort of elaborate joke. They feel thick and strange, and having shoes attached to his trousers is something he never considered might exist.

Not getting mud on his own clothes would be good, but this ...]

Very well. But only because you are choosing what we do today and you let me dress you yesterday.

[He sits on the bed to pull these ridiculous things on, unsure how to work the top half with all the straps.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer can tell he's inexperienced with coveralls, and goes to help him pull the straps over his shoulders to attach them to the front.]

It was either these, or we went out and picked you a whole set of new clothes to wear on this outing. I figured these would be the less painless option.

[not_onyourside]

Ees anywhere even open at zhis hour?

[Help him Engie, or he'll have these twisted and inside out. When it's all on he stands uncertainly, clomping around in the rubbery shoes.]

[sentryslinger]

Just a few places that sold this kind of gear. They're used to early business.

[He grabs the poles and a bucket from the floor- tucked into the bucket is some ice and a few beers.]

Alrighty, let's head out!

[not_onyourside]

[Of course now he comes to the realization that he's going to be out in public in this. Where people can see him. This is a disaster.]

Somewhere far away from everyone else hopefully.

[He is so unsure about walking in this.]

[sentryslinger]

We'll be on a boat out on the lake. Probably the only ones up at this hour.

[He opens the door for Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

Good.

[Squeak goes his outfit as he waddles along the corridor to the elevator feeling absolutely foolish.]

I look ridiculous.

[sentryslinger]

So do I in a suit, if you ask me.

[not_onyourside]

Which ees why you were getting all zhose admiring glances.

[sentryslinger]

You'll be gettin' plenty from the fish when we get down there.

[He hits the button for the elevator.]

I got us a few drinks, too. We'll catch us somethin' fine to eat, then you can get out of that gear and never wear it again if you are so inclined.

[not_onyourside]

Just what I have always wanted.

[ He fidgeted while the elevator descended, tugging his collar around so it sat properly without getting squashed by the straps of the coveralls. Maybe all the fish would laugh so hard he could just net them. ]

Eet will not be so bad once we are out een zhe water I suppose.

[sentryslinger]

It won't be. You'll be so busy with the fish that you'll forget you're wearin' em.

[The doors open- thankfully, the lobby is pretty empty. Engie doesn't hesitate at all, heading for the door.]

[not_onyourside]

[ Spy is doing the walk of shame. Only 100 times worse. ]

I zhought zhe majority of fishing was lounging around? Or well, sitting around een a boat een our case.

[sentryslinger]

It is, but there's also handling the rod, makin' sure we're in a good spot and that the fish are biting... and there's conversation. A lot of that.

[not_onyourside]

I assume zhat means bait.

[Which means he will have to put wriggling worms on hooks and he would rather fall off the cliff in Double Cross about 800 times instead.

He lets Engineer lead them to wherever they're going, assuming that everyone the pass, which admittedly isn't very many people, is staring at him. Fortunately he has lots of experience pointedly ignoring being stared at, though he would rather it be for looking like a bank robber than for looking absolutely ridiculous.]

So I will get to tell you all kinds of zhings which you will zhink I am lying about? Zhis should be fun.

[sentryslinger]

Cheer up, partner. When we're done, we'll have somethin' real nice to eat, and if there's one thing I know about you, it's that you appreciate fine dining.

[He exits the hotel, heading down the street toward a bakery and opening the door for his companion. Just a quick pit stop before heading to the dock.]

[not_onyourside]

I certainly do.

[ Oh. Bakery. Spy likes. Being fueled by sugar he actually perks up somewhat upon smelling it, even with the horrible trousers. ]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie steps in and closes the door, heading for the counter to browse what goods they've got before addressing the clerk.]

I'm gonna need a couple of those blueberry ones, if you don't mind. And whatever it is he'd like.

[not_onyourside]

Zhese ones wez zhe frosting.

[ And sprinkles. Okay, Spy is in a much better mood now.]

Breakfast I assume?

[sentryslinger]

As much as we're gonna get, so eat up. We might be out there a while.