milliways_bar | (no subject)

"It's fucked up."

That's another way of saying 'nonsense,' I suppose.

Exactly. But then again, not much in the world isn't, these days, no matter which world you mean.

"A-fucking-men."

He's slightly less talkative than usual, today.

Throwing the random expletive in there?

*Slack orders a Coors Light and sips it.*

Makes the word all the more meaningful.

Tucker makes a noise that sounds like it could have been a laugh in another time or place and orders himself a Jack & Coke.

He pushes the Hot Pocket aside and sips at it. "Did you ever hear that story about how highway troopers use Coke to clean blood off the road after accidents?" he asks.

-- does that work?

*Slack looks at him quite curiously.*

'cause if it does, it'll make my cleaning up the roads back home a lot more efficient. Spill.

Tucker nods. "I tried it. Works pretty well."

Who'd you kill?

*She does mean this as an earnest question.*

Tucker smiles a little, remembering the kid in April Fools.

That was fun.

"It was my blood."

Pity. Not used for its best purpose. I've been involved in ... road accidents ... often.

*Hint of a smile.*

Tucker grins. "Really."

Really. Often.

It happens when you drive a tank.

Tucker didn't play Army much -- if he did, it was just an excuse to throw shit at Andrew -- but driving a tank is kinda cool.

"Sounds like fun."

Oh, yeah. Especially with the fireworks and the rocket launchers and blades on the sides -- quite an improvised tank. Dead Reckoning's Dembo's baby, man.

"Rocket launchers?" He's grinning. "Intense."

Yep.

*She's grinning, too, taking another sip of her Coors and laughing.*

Indeed. Needs to go fuckin' fast, when we're blasting the heads off of the once-dead.

Tucker drinks some more Jack & Coke. "Sounds like a pretty fucking good time."

Although Tucker prefers other methods of killing.

*Grin. Wider than ever.*

You bet it is. We go in a group of five -- now it's six, considering Po -- and just blow shit up.

"That's your thing, right? Blowing shit, uh, up?"

*Slack looks at him for a minute.

And puts her drink down.

And laughs.*

Ha! Yes, you could say that. Definitely in more ways than one.

Tucker smirks. It actually manages to land on the sexy side of sleazy.

"Very nice."

For a price.

*Pause. This pause provided courtesy of Viewers Like You.*

Usually, at any rate.

"I see." Smirk, smirk.

~~This is Tucker's 'I'll be your unusual situation' face.~~

*Slack narrows her eyes. And then winks.*

I can tell you do.

*And she takes another sip of her drink. It's part of the job, part of her style - one doesn't really offer.*

Tucker is totally checking out the view, now. It's covert. Almost.

"Exactly how does one, uh, define unusual?"

If I know someone and like someone already, and I'm asked? Freebie isn't below me.

I'm civil, at least. Not in the business because I'm a gold-digger, certainly not.

*Almost is enough for her to notice, and she cocks her head to the side a little, smiling.*

Tucker climbs up on the table next to her. "Really." He leans over and whispers into her ear, taking this opportunity to get a good look at her, uh, 'assets.'

Indeed.

*With absolutely no preamble, Slack kisses him.*

Really.

Tucker kisses back hard, and reaches behind him blindly for a key or two.

*Quietly, she says,*

Fancy yourself unusual?

*and laughs. Innocently.*

"Yep." Grin.