Christobel Starsky / Commander Starscream (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2013-04-26 09:18 pm
reapsthewind) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-26 09:18 pm
clever title here [closed]
Who: Chris Starsky and Matt Brillion
What: DRANKS. Classy dranks. Also discussion
Where: A BAR
WHEN: friday nite
She'd been prudent enough to actually call ahead for once, and so it was that despite how crowded the Barking Cat was on a Friday evening, she had a small private booth in the very back, complete with curtain. Privacy. She might not have had Matt's money, but she'd been here enough to know when to call to manage that.
Despite how dark it was, she wore her sunglasses. She'd forgotten her contact lenses and had gotten halfway down the street before realizing, and so she'd stumbled about in near darkness, hiding behind tinted lenses. It took her a bit to actually GET to the booth, and the server looked at her oddly. She slid inside, and waited.
What: DRANKS. Classy dranks. Also discussion
Where: A BAR
WHEN: friday nite
She'd been prudent enough to actually call ahead for once, and so it was that despite how crowded the Barking Cat was on a Friday evening, she had a small private booth in the very back, complete with curtain. Privacy. She might not have had Matt's money, but she'd been here enough to know when to call to manage that.
Despite how dark it was, she wore her sunglasses. She'd forgotten her contact lenses and had gotten halfway down the street before realizing, and so she'd stumbled about in near darkness, hiding behind tinted lenses. It took her a bit to actually GET to the booth, and the server looked at her oddly. She slid inside, and waited.
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He trailed off and eyes her glass for a moment, "Energon."
He lifted his own glass and took a long pull from it, "I suppose I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop to see what I end up getting. Who knows? Maybe I was Julius Caesar. Or Napoleon."
He gave a wry little chuckle at that, "Invest in platform shoes... All I know is that I can't help everyone, I can only do what's best for me and mine. Speaking of which..."
He eyed her over, "You feeling alright after that disastrous expedition? From what I hear it was... unpleasant."
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It was one thing to bottle up feelings and to try to look tough in front of people like Bakura all week, or to throw herself into what was, in the end, basically an engineering project. It was another thing to be sitting here with her friend (even if it was an odd friendship) rapidly getting drunker in a quiet booth.
"God... damn it," she said. She wasn't crying, no, of course not, her face was just wet for some reason, damn it, stop that, especially not in front of Matt. "I can't decide if I'm a coward for running away or if I was right to do it. I ran. I just ran, I didn't even fire a single shot, and at the same time nobody should have been there in the first place. I thought that fucker just wanted to do some reconnisance, maybe figure out what they were and that the guns were for protection, but no, he wanted to hunt people down and not even stop to figure out what was going on. Some of the people there were kids..."
She put her head down on the table and squeezed her eyes shut. She wouldn't cry. "I fucking ran. I didn't even try to make sure everyone was OK..."
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"Chris, listen to me," Matt's voice was low, the words meant only for her ears, "You did exactly what anyone else would have done in that wretched situation. That's what I would have done. You cannot hand firearms out to people and expect them to be your personal lynch mob - honestly, getting out of there was probably the best thing you could've done."
He took a deep breath - having a few drinks out on the town and shooting the breeze were apparently no in the cards tonight.
"You've nothing to be ashamed of."
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She sat up a little and wiped her eyes. "God, I keep half expecting to cry pink goo or something out of these, you know?" she said, gesturing at her eyes. "And here I am saying that we should go back and break shit. I dunno if I'm any more sane than that stupid bastard Casval..."
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His face split in a wry grin and he shrugged, "Oh, I don't know. Breaking things sounds like your usual modus operandi."
IRONY. IRONY EVERYWHAR.
"Anyway. As for you, if you end up as anyone it's probably going to be Machiavelli, right? You do battle in the boardroom, not in the trenches. Well, unless Risk counts as a battlefield..."
Ahahaha
He gives her hand another squeeze and then releases it so he can lean back and nurse his drink for a little bit longer.
"I think it'll end up working out, one way or another. I might not be a soldier, but I have connections and resources."
Quite a few, actually.
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"... say, you remember how you keep offering me a job, and I keep telling you to go screw yourself? Well, I think since I pissed off Casval I'm probably out of a job again, so, um, are... there any openings? Part time only, I'm going to finish my degree, dammit."
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He hasn't said "I told you so". Yet.
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She screwed up her face a bit. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase~?"
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He totally just said "I told you so".
"Besides, what's the point of being a rich capitalist if I can't indulge in a little nepotism now and again?"
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Old friends were old friends, however strange they were.
"Thank you. I mean that. For a lot of things."
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"To us? And whatever madness we find ourselves in tomorrow."
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"To us, and to the stars we'll surely conquer," she says.
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He takes a sip, "In the meantime... give my assistant a call on Monday. I'll see about finding you a spot. And no, I'm not going to put you underneath anyone you consider your mental inferior. I know how that ends and I'd rather not lose any of my program managers."
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She nursed her drink a bit. "But yeah, should I put together a CV and expect an interview or what?"