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.

Comments

[sentryslinger]

[Looks like it's just those three 10s for Engie. He glances over his cards, trying to read Spy's face.]

I don't expect goin' back to it is an option either, should you live through this.

[not_onyourside]

I would razzer die.

[He grimaces, though more from what they're talking about than his cards.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie puts his cards on the table, hoping those three 10s will be enough.]

Classified or not, I'm sure you weren't the only one in a bad situation before this job came along. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the other mercenaries were picked out of jail, either.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy sets down his double pair, so much for his winning streak. Off goes his jacket to hang on the back of his chair.]

Eet would not surprise me. Where else would zhey find people desperate enough to agree to zhis?

[sentryslinger]

[There's a smile from Engineer. He'll be dealing that next hand, thank you.]

All over, apparently. Australia, Scotland, Russia. Wherever you find men like Soldier.

[not_onyourside]

Military detention centers.

[He tops off their wine, setting the now empty bottle to the side.]

What I wonder ees what lies zhey told Scout to get him to join.

[sentryslinger]

[He nods appreciatively, wetting his whistle with the wine before continuing to shuffle.]

A boy like that? I'm bettin' all they had to do was offer him money. It ain't about the paycheck, though. It'd be about makin' his mama proud.

[not_onyourside]

How would she be proud of him killing people?

[sentryslinger]

I'd imagine he doesn't tell her that part. Just that he's a workin' man with a job that can help support the family.

[not_onyourside]

Perhaps. Zhough I cannot imagine him using discretion wez anyzzing. Especially when talking to his mozzer.

[sentryslinger]

True. I heard he's got a lot of brothers. Maybe she's just at that point where she ain't surprised by anything anymore.

[Have some cards, Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

Probably eef zhey are all as boisterous as Scout she has stopped listening to zhem past where zhey tell her zhey are doing fine.

[Ah, this hand is better. Hello there all diamonds.]

[sentryslinger]

[He's got a straight himself, and a high one at that. He can't help but grin.]

So we've got some men here because of circumstance, and some men here for the money. I think Demoman would've taken the job even if it didn't pay well on account of it bein' a job at all. It's the family business with them, I believe.

[not_onyourside]

Zhe one on my team has five jobs, how about yours?

[He studiously arranges his hand from high to low, hoping it'll be enough to save his socks. He doesn't want his feet to be cold.]

[sentryslinger]

Nine, last I heard. I don't know if he ever sleeps.

[He resists the temptation to swap out any cards to try to get something better.]

As for myself, Engineerin' runs in the family.

[not_onyourside]

A whole family of people een hardhats who build killing machines?

[He doesn't want to ruin his hand either, he'll set it down and hope his flush of diamonds is all he needs.]

[sentryslinger]

[It is. He sighs as he puts down his hand.]

And here I thought my luck was changing.

[He slides out of his chair, unbuttoning those dress pants. Enjoy the sight of his tighty-wighties.]

I don't think any of us anticipated that bein' our family's lastin' mark on this world, but that's how it is.

[not_onyourside]

[Oh he does. He covers up his leer by taking a sip of his wine.]

At least zhe little sentries you make are cute.

[sentryslinger]

[He eases back into his chair and pushes the deck back to Spy.]

Pyro says that, too. I don't think most mercenaries would agree, seein' how they're too busy gettin' torn apart by 'em.

[not_onyourside]

Well zhey beep and make adorable sounds. Until zhey get bigger and zhen zhey are not so cute.

[Stop comparing him to Pyro. He huffs as he takes the deck and reshuffles.]

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles. He saw that reaction, Spy.]

So I should adjust the sounds to something more intimidating.

[not_onyourside]

I suppose. Zhough zhen I will feel better about breaking zhem.

[He deals out the cards, a little unsettled by whatever it is Engineer is smiling about.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie's eyes go to his cards. He'll be keeping why he's smiling to himself.]

Unless we end up at a base together, I don't suppose you'll have to worry about that.

[not_onyourside]

Eef you are transfered around as often as you say, zhat may happen.

[Another pair. Jacks this time.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie has nothing, but at least most of his nothing is high cards. Let's see if drawing a couple will help his chances.]

It might. There are a lot of bases, though. I've been through a lot of teammates.