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[reapsthewind]

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.

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[reapsthewind]

She took his hand and squeezed it. "This is all so stupid. We're not heroes, dammit, we're just... people. Why us?"

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..."

[mightymegatron]

Matt gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return, "I don't know why and I don't understand half of it, but we're not soldiers and anyone who expects us to be is fooling themselves."

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.

[reapsthewind]

"Yeah, maybe a little," she said, with a hopeless laugh. She wiped at her eyes with a napkin, but didn't let go of Matt's hand.

"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

[mightymegatron]

"I do enjoy strategy," Matthew laughed, "But I'm no general. Maybe I'll end up being some sort of statesmen or great orator."

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.

[reapsthewind]

"You do," she said. She took a sip of her own drink, thinking.

"... 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."

[mightymegatron]

Matt smiled and it turned a bit smug as he lifted his glass for a lingering sip, "Well, maybe if you ask nicely, I can pull a few strings..."

He hasn't said "I told you so". Yet.

[reapsthewind]

"Oh my god are you really going to be this smug about this? Don't you dare say I told you so. Don't you dare..."

She screwed up her face a bit. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase~?"

[mightymegatron]

"I won't say 'I told you so'," He replies with a smug little grin.

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?"

[reapsthewind]

"God damn it man, I hate you so much you big jerk," she said. But she was grinning as she did. And maybe laughing a little. Alright, so this week sucked, but...

Old friends were old friends, however strange they were.

"Thank you. I mean that. For a lot of things."

[mightymegatron]

"You're welcome," Matthew smiles in reply and raises his glass, swirling the contents for a few moments and eyeing them intently. Then he glances over at her again and his smile broadens as he hoists the glass a bit higher.

"To us? And whatever madness we find ourselves in tomorrow."

[reapsthewind]

She lifts her glass as well, a crooked smile crossing her face. And, a strange thought.

"To us, and to the stars we'll surely conquer," she says.

[mightymegatron]

That earns a deep laugh from Matthew and he clinks his glass against her own with a nod, "Agreed. That seems fitting somehow. We'll conquer those stars yet..."

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."

[reapsthewind]

"Oh come on, I'm not THAT much of a backstabber. Probably. That thing with that one TA was just one time," she said.

She nursed her drink a bit. "But yeah, should I put together a CV and expect an interview or what?"