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's worse in places like the Badlands. You get covered in sweat, dirt, grease, blood, and whatever else is blowin' around out there.

[He drops off his toolbelt and starts stripping off that shirt again, heading for the shower.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy will just appreciate the view, dirty as it may be.]

Badwater was like zhat. I could never get my shoes to stay polished.

[sentryslinger]

Not that the cold places are much better. I'll take that over the rain, though.

[He steps into the bathroom and closes the door, turning on the shower. Time to get clean again.]

[not_onyourside]

I like zhe rain. Just not zhe storms.

[He relaxes back against the bed until their desert comes, setting a tray with two chocolate sundaes on it on the table.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie is out in no time with just a towel around his waist.]

Looks like we got a nice reward for our hard work.

[not_onyourside]

You are lucky I waited for you and did not eat zhem bozh.

[Good thing he has ice cream to eat to cover up the fact he'd otherwise be leering.]

[sentryslinger]

[He grabs his from the table and takes a seat on his bed, his footwork just a hair unsteady still. Whether it's alcohol still in his system or the hot shower having loosened him up is tough to tell, but for all his precision with machines, he certainly lacks it with himself sometimes.]

I wouldn't have blamed ya if you did, though I'll thank ya for lettin' me cater to my own sweet tooth on occasion.

[not_onyourside]

Eets good to enjoy zhe finer zhings een life.

[Finer things in this case being chocolate sundaes.]

I am glad zhe power ees back zhough. I did not want to freeze tonight. I believe we have done zhat enough already.

[sentryslinger]

Given what we went through in that warehouse? I'd say so.

[not_onyourside]

I am glad you are not at zhat base anymore. Eet seemed horrid even wez working heating.

[sentryslinger]

It wasn't so bad, most of the time. Just cold.

[not_onyourside]

Yes. Zhat would be my point.

[sentryslinger]

[He grins with the spoon still in his mouth.]

The company could've been better. I was glad to get to warmer temperatures, though. Ain't all that used to that kind of weather.

[not_onyourside]

What ees eet like where you come from?

[ He puts the empty glass and spoon on the table, his sundae long gone by now. ]

[sentryslinger]

Pretty warm, most of the year. You get that when you're so close to the border, though.

[He takes another bite, thinking of better ways to describe his home town.]

It ain't a real big place, either. Everyone knows everyone, that sort of a thing.

[not_onyourside]

Ah yes. So everyone knows your business. Eets good to get away and have some anonymity.

[sentryslinger]

That's about right. It's hard to go home when people know exactly who you are and what you come from.

[He looks a little more pensive with that bite.]

[not_onyourside]

And zhose zhings are bad I take eet?

[sentryslinger]

When you come from a family who has a history with our line of work? Yeah. it is.

[not_onyourside]

Making machines?

Or making guns specifically?

[sentryslinger]

Makin' the machines that kill folks over some petty squabble that's been goin' on for far too long. My hometown ain't anywhere near the Badlands, but word gets back. With the way my granddaddy was, people weren't surprised I had a taste for it at a young age.

[He finishes his dessert, but it doesn't seem to have picked up his spirits.]

[not_onyourside]

He was simply supporting his family. As you will be one day.

Do not dwell on eet. You are here, and zhey are back home.

[sentryslinger]

[He sets his glass aside, leaning back and closing his eyes.]

Supportin' his family with blood money. I'll be lucky if I ever get that chance, and damned at the same time.

[not_onyourside]

Or you could quit and do somezzing else. Zhis ees not zhe only job available to you.

[sentryslinger]

You and I both know men like us can't just quit. I don't think I could pull off a disappearing act like you might, either.