swiggity swaiju

[bluffing]

[ York can't remember the last time he was in LA. Couple of years, maybe. Long enough that the city's grown from what he remembers, life returning to those areas destroyed by the kaiju. That's how it always goes, though. Doesn't matter what happens -- people always rebuild.

And if they don't, they make a tourist trap out of it.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to go that far out. There are a couple of bars near the Shatterdome, filled with trainees, kids hoping to become rangers one day. York doesn't have the heart to tell them not to bother. Either they've got what it takes or they don't. And if they do, it's a gamble if they can find someone Drift-compatible anyway.

Compatible. He shoves the word to the back of his mind. Doesn't wanna think about her.

What he does want is a beer. York slides onto a stool at the bar and signals for a drink, turning his head to glance around the bar. Still not used to having to turn his head so much, either. There's a woman on his other side, couple years younger, dogtags around her neck. Shoots her a smile. ]

Whatcha havin'?

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[bluffing]

Cross my heart.

[ He even presses his hand to his chest for effect. ]

I'd add "hope to die" and all that, but, y'know. Don't wanna give the kaiju an edge.

[slayercommathe]

[ All right, all right. The truth is once she got past the kinda sleazy exterior, the guy just oozes likeable charm. Damn it, she wants to like him. Okay, fine. She likes him. Buffy grins, propping her chin up with her elbow resting on the edge of the table. ]

Yeah, that's a neg on the death wishes. But I respect the heart-crossing.

[ She drains the rest of her Tsingtao and sets it down, idly toying with the bottle. ]

So, York Reilly, what do you usually do for fun?

[bluffing]

Little bit of everything.

[ York smiles, takes a sip of his drink. ] Like goin' out and seein' a city, if my jaeger's not up for a fight. Best part about this job, getting to go places. Spend most of my time on the Rim but when I'm not on duty I fly back home, see my folks. Drink more'n I should. [ He taps the base of his bottle against hers, a grin tugging at his lips. ] What about you, hmm?

[slayercommathe]

What, does punching things with giant robot fists not count as fun?

[ A little bit of work, a little bit of play, right? Okay, okay, not so much. ]

I dunno, girl stuff, I guess. You know, hanging out with my best friend, watching bad horror flicks while we paint each other's toenails and talk about boys. God, how old am I again?