"Sir, yes sir." He salutes Hyde, then laughs and downs a good portion of the vodka and OJ concoction.
"I never did the military thing myself. I got my training other ways." He thinks for a moment about the Swordfish II: saw it just the other day and didn't even give Beth the tour.
"Yeah, well." Hyde turns on his 'I'm a tough guy' voice and kicks his boots up onto another stool, his thumb hooking into his belt. "We can't all be as manly as Winston Orwell."
"You got it." Hyde winks and takes another long swig, smacking his lips. "That's pretty good shit, man. Not like it really matters, beer's beer, but yeah. Good shit. Thanks again."
He digs into his pocket and tosses the Woolong coin to Hyde. "It should be worth about 20 bucks for you. Keep you rolling in beer and smokes for a while."
Although he's never tried to buy cigarettes at Milliways and has no idea what they go for here; for a while, the bar just refilled the pack he had. Maybe it will do the same for Hyde. Or Orwell. Or whoever's on the next ID.
He claps Hyde on the shoulder. "Don't want to be rude, but I've got a real pretty lady waiting upstairs for me."
That should just about cover anything Hyde might need to know.
That totally covers anything Hyde could ever possibly now. He beams at his new sugar daddy friend.
"Hey, thanks again. You go do that thing you do." He winks and grins, taking a swig of Millerways and once again toasting Spike with the bottle. "I'll see ya around, man."
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"I never did the military thing myself. I got my training other ways." He thinks for a moment about the Swordfish II: saw it just the other day and didn't even give Beth the tour.
Next time.
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He laughs. "Drink up. The house brand of beer is always better when it's ice-cold."
(Millerways, of course.)
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He digs into his pocket and tosses the Woolong coin to Hyde. "It should be worth about 20 bucks for you. Keep you rolling in beer and smokes for a while."
Although he's never tried to buy cigarettes at Milliways and has no idea what they go for here; for a while, the bar just refilled the pack he had. Maybe it will do the same for Hyde. Or Orwell. Or whoever's on the next ID.
He claps Hyde on the shoulder. "Don't want to be rude, but I've got a real pretty lady waiting upstairs for me."
That should just about cover anything Hyde might need to know.
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sugar daddyfriend."Hey, thanks again. You go do that thing you do." He winks and grins, taking a swig of Millerways and once again toasting Spike with the bottle. "I'll see ya around, man."
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Taking the rest of his drink with him, he makes his way toward the door to the stairs.
1959 my ass.
He's always appreciated someone who works so hard to look so laid-back. Hyde's going to do just fine for himself.