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]

Meaningless? So this is meaningful, then?

[not_onyourside]

Moreso zhan spending time wez someone I will never see again.

And I learned a valuable life skill. Should zhe base ever flood I can catch dinner.

[sentryslinger]

True. I still think you maybe should have tried to make nice with someone at your base rather than me, but I appreciate it.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees because you have not met any of zhem.

[Spy finishes his meal, worth every dollar they spent convincing the kitchen to make this.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm optimistic.

[He wipes his mouth and finishes his glass of wine.]

Now then, shall we get back to that game of ours?

[not_onyourside]

I zhink we should.

[He grins, trundling the little cart out into the hallway for the maids to pick up later. Sitting back down, he puts his chin in his hands, waiting for the cards with a smug look on his face.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer deals them a new hand, already smiling at what he got- he's one card away from another straight.]

Guess it wouldn't do you much good to fold this round, now would it?

[not_onyourside]

And surrender? Never.

[Spy grins down at all four Queens in his hand.]

Now eef you wish to fold, I will not be offended.

[sentryslinger]

[He draws a card and gets lucky. He grins, confident in his hand as he lays them on the table for Spy to see.]

[not_onyourside]

And my luck wez ladies continues.

[He lays down his own hand with a grin. Then leans back in his chair to pull his cigarette case out of his jacket and wait for his prize.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie laughs.]

You sure you won't teach me your ways with 'em?

[He takes off his jacket this time, the garment still kind of stifling for him.]

[not_onyourside]

Eef you wish to leave our comfortable room and go prowl zhe night I would be happy to show you some technique.

[He looks ever so smug behind that cigarette, gathering the cards up and shuffling them himself. He arcs them up into the palm of his hands so they fall back down perfectly shuffled.]

I will admit eet takes years of practice.

[sentryslinger]

Mastering any craft does. I think I'll stay in for the night, though. Wouldn't want to get caught in the rain again.

[not_onyourside]

You are going to run out of clean clozzes to change eento. Or clozzes at all.

[He deals out the cards, arching an eyebrow at his own. Full house. Not too bad.]

[sentryslinger]

And we wouldn't want that.

[He's got nothing, and his face shows it. Not even close.]

[not_onyourside]

[Aww, don't make that face Engie, now he feels bad about winning. Well... a little bit anyway.]

Of course not.

[Smug smile is smug.]

[sentryslinger]

[Despite his whole hand of nothing, he's going to see what he gets with the cards. He draws one, then two, then three. His expression doesn't get much better.

He glances over his cards at Spy, trying to read that smile on his face. That's not encouraging, but maybe it's a bluff.]

How's your hand over there?

[not_onyourside]

Quite well zhank you.

And yours?

[ He knows he's won, but it never hurts to be polite. ]

[sentryslinger]

Probably not well enough.

[He says that with a smile. At least he's taking it well.]

[not_onyourside]

Do not worry, I will not hold eet against you.

[He sets his cards down, spreading them out.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie lays his flat- two pair.]

Guess these socks will have to go.

[not_onyourside]

I guess so.

[He diligently starts shuffling again, trying to judge just how many layers Engie has on. His luck can't hold out forever and he's sure to be losing some of his own clothing pretty soon.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie adjusts that undershirt, not so sure if it'll be the next thing to go, or his pants.]

So if ya don't play with your teammates, where did you learn to play poker?

[not_onyourside]

Prison.

[He deals the cards again, frowning at his own hand. He has a pair of kings. Not exactly what he's hoping for.]

Zhough I can assure you zhat eet was not strip poker.

[sentryslinger]

Probably a good thing, given the setting.

[He's doing better this time with three of a kind. He draws a couple of cards, hoping to better his chances.]

How long were you there? Or is that classified information?