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Post by David Cortes on Sept 11, 2012 22:54:46 GMT -5
Cortes couldn't help but grin at the two brits' responses. It was clear they weren't used to being addressed with sir's and ma'am's. "Heh, my bad," he replied, "force of habit."
Europeans were always an odd sort when it came to stuff like that. Hell, he'd met some people who took offense to being called 'ma'am'. He grinned when Stark called him a klutz, an apt assessment given what had happened, but before he could respond Hobbs gave a response to his question he did not anticipate with the most deadpan delivery he had ever heard. He paused for a moment, then widened into a broad smile exposing his teeth, then laughed.
"I gotta say, British wit never fails to impress me." He smiled at the two of them. "I'll make a note to avoid flaming alligators next time I'm near a volcano. They sound just absolutely vicious."
David's grin diminished when he couldn't help but notice a small picture poking out of the book on the ground as Hobbs went to pick it up. What was it of? David mentally shrugged. It honestly wasn't his business. At the idea of them relocating, David's grin returned.
"I think that's a great idea." David mused. "The ICU is never at a loss for excitement. However, I think I'd prefer to stay away from any more needles... I personally haven't eaten in a while. How does the bar across the street sound? I mean, sure, the beer's not piss warm like it is from where y'all are from and there's burgers instead of fish and chips, but I'm pretty sure we could all use one." He looked over at Stark.
"No offense, you l00k like you could use two." He then looked back at Hobbs and chuckled a bit. "And you look like you need a sandwich more than I do. How 'bout it?"
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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 12, 2012 6:15:45 GMT -5
Dante enjoyed watching the two hunters talk about wit and other stuff, and Hobbs had suggested an old ICU ward, and the man had been suggesting a bar and a bite to eat.. Stark thought he'd be able to make a small game out of this.. Dante saw Hobbs spin around to face Cortes, and he'd taken this time to move in and pick up his book sliding any photographs back inside and he'd stuck it in the large jacket pocket. Looking back towards Hobbs & Cortes he'd pulled out a small coin and placed it on his wrist.
"How about we make this interesting, Head's we will check out a more derelict part of the hospital.. Tails we grab a bite to eat.. and Cortes is paying..Sound fair to everybody.." Dante paused and flipped the coin in the air, he'd caught it in his hand and clasped it before looking at the coin in his palm and back to the hunters, "Looks like you will be buying us lunch another time Cortes, the ICU sounds like the perfect kind of place for people like us to hang around.. Who knows what we might find.. It's a real mystery. " Dante flashed them a smile once more putting the coin back into his pocket and waiting for one of them to take the lead.
He'd no idea what mischief three hunters could get up to.. And it might have been a nice relief effort after his abrupt morning in the hospital, and well what better to explore a building with a friend and a complete stranger.. oodles of fun for all three involved.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 12, 2012 16:09:33 GMT -5
She had been joking about the ICU. They knew that, right? In fact, she didn't think they did. Cortes commented that it was great idea
"Seriously, you two? I was messing, I didn't mean we should actually go hang out in the ICU. What would we do, go and jig up and down the corridors singing It's A Great Day To Be Alive?" Hobbs cocked her head to one side, looking at them both with a raised eyebrow. "Bit too harsh, don'cha think?"
Then Cortes made a comment that she looked like she needed a sandwich. Hobbs stared at him, spreading her arms as though offended. She glanced at Stark, with an indescribable look on her face, than back to Cortes, as if she'd said 'dude, what the hell?' and then checked Stark for confirmation that he really said that. She glanced up and down her own body, then back at Cortes. Had he really made a dig at her appearance? Was that some 'you look emaciated' comment? Well she was hardly overweight, but really, man? He should quit commenting on her appearance and just leave her to her own devices. She was fine.
Stark flipped a coin, and Hobbs rooted for tails. Tails never fails, or so they say, and Hobbs always picked it. When the coin turned up heads, Hobbs sighed.
"Well, Stark, you can snoop around here for as long as you want. I've heard there's a clown up in the paediatric ward entertaining the dying children. Have fun with that. But I for one am heading off to the pub."
Hobbs gave them a mock-curtsey, and strode off down the hallway towards the hospital exit. As she walked, she took another swing of coffee and saluted her goodbyes over her shoulder as she walked away.
"You boys have fun. But you're welcome to join me for a pint - in fact first round's on me," she called out to them without looking back.
How much was she willing to bet that they were going to follow her down that corridor now? Quite a lot, actually.
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Post by David Cortes on Sept 12, 2012 16:42:40 GMT -5
David looked at the lieutenant with mild confusion. Didn't the British basically invent sarcasm? Of course he didn't want to go to the ICU. And wait... Since when the hell did he agree to pay? "Umm... Stark... I was being...." But before he could say anything, the coin was already up and in the air. And the ICU won out... Wait, what? Was this another joke?
He did grin a bit at Hobbs' 'offense' to his comment. It's not that she looked emaciated... She was just very very thin. It was more of a joke that went back to the way he was raised. As a child, whenever any member of the family was 'thin,' his grandmother would always feed them extra food to get to a 'healthy weight'. Noone had the heart to tell her however that her idea of healthy weight was actually fairly obese, so more often then not the dog always had a small feast every time she came over to cook.
As Hobbs walked off, offering to pay for the first round of drinks, Cortes looked over to Stark and shrugged. "Bueno... As fun as the ICU seems, I'm gonna have to go with the free pint... See ya at the bar!" He then turned and began to jog in the direction Hobbs was headed, calling "Oye wait up!"
He caught up to her fairly quickly, and chuckled as he said. "I was kidding about the sandwich by the way, but tell ya what. You pay for drinks, I'll pay for food. Deal?" He grinned childishly. It's never too early for a pint!
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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 12, 2012 17:47:24 GMT -5
Stark had of course been joking and he followed after Hobbs and Cortes, he'd caught up with them just in time to hear him mention he was joking about the sandwich,
"This is why i like you guys, we're all jokes about a sandwich.. And i mean sure it's early for a beer but that never stops me from drinking.. " Stark uttered as they passed through the corridor where his mothers room was located he'd peered through the window as they left the hospital..
Out on the street's Dante pushed the button on the traffic lights as they'd stood there waiting for the lights to change..
Stark began to cross as the lights went amber, he'd watched the other two follow him as he held open the door to the pub.. He'd waited for them to both enter before going in himself.. British are always polite and kind he'd thought to himself as he smirked.. He'd acquired one of the seats as the other two hunters had been stood there.
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He'd already known he just wanted some whiskey shots and a nice greasy pork sandwich.. it wasn't perfect but it was the best thing for this kind of situation, as he'd looked at the menu, and finally looked at the waitress behind the counter he'd seen her before.. Rather intimately to put it best at that he'd put on his cheery smirk and looked at her
"I'll have a nice cold one and one of your special greasy pork sandwiches please Alice..." Dante winked at her and she huffed and looked at the other two hunters.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 12, 2012 18:09:23 GMT -5
Three, two one...
Oye wait up!
Knew they couldn't resist. She should've made that bet; it would have made her rich.
"No offense taken, ma chère. I know you were kidding around." She ditched her coffee in a bin as she passed by, and called over her shoulder, "You coming, Starky?" He soon caught up.
They strode out of the hospital and into the bright sunlight outside, where they stopped at a pedestrian crossing. " Pssh, it's never too early for a beer. The sun's over the yardarm, boyo," she said, gesturing to the sun, almost at midpoint. Hobbs stood by the philosophy that every hour was happy hour, and if she wanted whiskey for breakfast, then heaven help you if you try to stop her.
She got to the bar first, since Stark held the door open, but the Lieutenant was the first to order, and in true Danticus Stark fashion, proceeded to hit on anything that had two X chromosomes to rub together. Hopefully whatever had been depressing him at the hospital was all forgotten, and if not the beer would loosen his tongue.
Hobbs chipped in her order with a Whiskey Mac, then grinned at Stark as he flirted with the barmaid, and when she turned away she began to sing under her breath, "Dante's got a giiiirlfrieeend..."
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Post by David Cortes on Sept 12, 2012 18:37:45 GMT -5
David chuckled softly as the three of them crossed the busy intersection and headed towards the bar. "Beer's absolutely better when it's free." He grinned. "Though I wouldn't mind some rum either." He thanked Stark as he walked in after Hobbs, and took his seat at the bar. The way Stark and the bartender Alice looked at each other made him chuckle. He had a good feeling about these two, Hobbs and Stark. If they fought as well as they jested (which David was fairly certain they could) then he half wish he had joined up sooner. Maybe if he had...
Shaking off that minor lingering pain, he smiled at the bartender and ordered. "Two more of those pork sandwiches, and put my bacardi and coke on her tab." He grinned, pointing at Hobbs. The pork sandwiches here he had learned were good, but they missed that certain something that came with a good cuban sandwich. Oh well, David wasn't complaining.
David chuckled as Hobbs sung softly about Stark. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy there Hobbs?" he teased as he looked over at the bartender, then back at the other two. "She's pretty though, that Alice chick. Looks like you have a little competition no?" He ginned as the drinks finally came up. Taking a swig of his drink, he smiled. Ahh Bacardi. His old man had taught him well when it came to drinks.
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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 13, 2012 14:52:14 GMT -5
The Waitress disappeared and Stark looked at his comrades "Hobbs I've only got eyes for you y'know that.. " Stark playfully joked as he'd heard her singing about him and the waitress.. "But seriously, I'd met her before i believe she used to work at the playboy mansion.. Very clingy.. She could be your type though Cortes.. And she didn't look to appealing in bunny ears... " Stark had a very serious tone as she'd returned with his drink and a sandwich.. He'd seen a table not too far away from the bar as he walked towards it plate and drink in one hand.
Stark sat on the left hand-side leaving two stools one in the middle and one on the right hand side... Eventually the other two joined him so they could all resume conversation and be more open about their conversation.. Not many punters had been around them and Stark looked at Cortes while picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.
"So Cortes, how long you been with us my good man... " Stark asked in-between bites of his sandwich, he'd wanted to get to know the man a bit more and probably even invite him out on his next hunt if Hobbs was unavailable to join Dante..
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 14, 2012 20:05:51 GMT -5
"Jealousy?" Hobbs echoed, laughing out loud. "Oh come on, I don't shit where I eat. Besides," she added, plopping herself down opposite Stark so that the only remaining seat was between them, "I could never compete with a chick like that," Hobbs said, and as though to prove her point she waved a gesturing hand full circle around her own face before waving down to, well... the rest of her. Given the decision between a busty blonde bombshell and some waif with a cyborg leg who slept with a screwdriver under her pillow, who wouldn't choose the blonde? Especially given that she was a Playboy bunny.
Stark asked Cortes how long he'd been in the Hunter ranks, and Hobbs glanced to Cortes as she poked at her sandwich. She wasn't really that hungry to be honest, but she might warm up to the idea of it later. For now she sat back and rolled the ice cubes around in her drink so that they clinked gently against the glass.
"Not long I'm guessing," Hobbs said, judging by how he automatically addressed others as sir or ma'am. He'd probably only just stepped out of the camp. "Fresh military recruit? You smell like you've just cut the umbilical cord."
Hobbs herself had only been a Hunter for about six months, but she hadn't been fresh out of the army and she'd learned right away that military ranks don't mean shit. The Commander himself was just a college professor. |
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Post by David Cortes on Sept 16, 2012 22:04:40 GMT -5
Cortes laughed as Stark basically stepped aside to allow David to go after the waitress. Truth be told, David wasn't a huge fan of the dumb blonde look. While yes, it was pleasant to look at and play with, he'd eventually have to listen to her after... And God, he despised listening to stupid people, even if they were women. So he simply shrugged and replied. "Thanks, but I don't think I'll be going for your sloppy seconds today." He smiled at her as she walked up to hand him his drink, but thankfully she did not seem to hear him, as she simply smiled back and nodded. As soon as his food arrived, he walked over saying. "Hobbs, if it's any consolation, she's fatter than you." He chuckled, grinning and winking at Hobbs, taking the last remaining seat between the two veteran hunters. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he frowned a bit as it was nowhere near as good as he expected, but he was hungry, so it would have to do.
Sipping his rum, he grinned a bit as Stark asked him how long he'd been with the hunters, and at Hobbs' comment he gave a light chuckle. "Well, you're halfway right." He said, "I was honorably discharged... Three months ago? Marines. Anyway, I was in New York less than a month when I was... Compelled to join." He sighed, staring into his rum for a moment, than taking a swig.
"Anyway, served 6 years in the Corps, served 4 combat tours... Iraq three times, Afghanistan once..." He looked out towards the bar a second, his eyes a bit foggy and miles away, then cleared up and smiled a bitter smile. "Thank God I was discharged before my unit went back to Afghanistan... That place is the asshole of the world... Graveyard of fucking empires..." He took another swig, then placed his cup down, already half the glass being consumed.
"But to answer your question Stark, I've only been a full hunter for a few weeks. Needless to say, I've got alot to learn... I'm better at taking down men at a thousand meters than beasts... So how about you two? How long have you been at this great game?"
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