At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Luc (to Charles): Good morning, Charles... Is there any coffee?
Charles (to Luc): Oh! Good morning, Mr. Vadrouiller. Um... Yes. I think it should be... Yes. Here you are.
Luc (to Charles): Thank you... I see you still have your cast on. Miss Greymalkin seemed to think it was ready to come off.
Charles (to Luc): ... She thought that I need a bit more time, because I've been "tromping about" too much. I'm not sure if that's true, or if she's cross, because she couldn't find me last night.
Luc (to Charles): I would guess a little bit of both. I think she suspects you were hiding in George's room... Were you?
Charles (to Luc): ...Whether I was or not, I'm not really sure that's any of your concern, sir. Would you like something to eat?
Luc (to Charles): ... Heh. Fair enough, Mister Turner. Two poached eggs with a side of bacon would be quite lovely, if you can manage it.
Charles (to Luc): Yes. I can manage that without too much trouble. I'll have it for you shortly.
Luc (to Charles): Thank you... You know, you don't have to be so nervous around me? I realize that I have a reputation but I promise I'm trying to be a better person.
Charles (to Luc): Heh. I suppose I could say the same thing about myself... I, um, I trust that you don't mean me any harm, but... Heh. Old habits. Keep an eye on the bloke in the room most likely to be trouble should things go pear-shaped. Eggs and bacon. Can I get you anything else?
Luc (to Charles): No, this looks just fine... And, I think my mother would kill me if I did anything to harm anyone she has decided is family whether by my actions or lack thereof... You're not the only one that has old habits to break, Charles. But, I can assure you that I'm trying my best.
Charles (to Luc): Um... I can appreciate that, sir. I'll try to stop being so twitchy around you. Heh. Or at least I'll try not to show it.
Luc (to Charles): Heh. That's all anyone can hope for... Thank you again for breakfast. It was very good. I should go do the perimeter sweep that I've been putting off. Good day, Charles.
Charles (to Luc): Good morning, Mr. Vadrouiller.
A little while later:
George (to Charles): Good morning, Charlie... Oh no! You still have the cast on. I thought you were getting it taken off. What smells so good?
Charles (to George): No. I have to wear it for at least another week... More because she's annoyed with me than, because I'm injured I think. I've got a chicken pie in the oven.
George (to Charles): Want me to find a saw? I bet I can get it off with only minimal fuss? ;-)
Charles (to George): Heh. I might... Both Miss Eva AND Mr. Vadrouiller asked me where I was last night.
George (to Charles): What did you say?
Charles (to George): Um, that it wasn't really of their business if I was with you or not.
George (to Charles): Heehee. Go you... Well, shoot... I'm going to be interrogated shortly, I can feel it. Just know that I enjoyed our time together. :-P
Several hours later, at Hotel Britannia; Las Vegas, Nevada:
Nathaniel: Son of a goddamn... (to Aiden) Are you smoking a fucking cigarette?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): What!?! Who me? ... No, I was just holding it for Zoe. She stepped inside for a moment... Where'd she go?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): For a spy, you're a real shitty liar, you know that? ... If you gimme one, I won't tattle.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I'm a very good liar when it matters, thank you very much. I was saving one for you, no need to blackmail me, handsome.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I know. Can't you let me alone with my lies? And this cigarette. Goddamn! I dunno if it's withdrawal or my shitty personality but I am a twitchy motherfucker when I don't smoke. Thank you.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. You & me both... Why did we agree to quit in the first place? It was damn stupid of us, if you ask me. Next we'll be agreeing to wear matching jumpers or some such nonsense. While I do enjoy our life, some aspects of domesticity are tiresome.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh heh. We stopped cuz of Lily's "serious presentation on the ill effects of smoking" on our health. And when that didn't work, she burst into tears. It was pretty fucking affective, if I remember. You're getting bored, huh?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Not with you or Lily, handsome. Never that. Just the inactivity. It's making me.. twitchy. I need something to occupy myself. I'm not used to having nothing to do. I know I give off the air of a shiftless layabout but it's all an act.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Don't worry. I wasn't worried that you were bored with us. I KNOW how you are, sexy ass. I know you need something to do. Here. My aunt gave this to me at the wedding. She said to give it to you when the "doldrums" set in.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh? ... What is it?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I dunno. She told me not to open it. I figured if anyone knew if I fucked with it, it would've been you two.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. I'll take a look at it, later... For right now, come a little closer, handsome.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh... Man, I dunno. Haven't even been on the honeymoon for more than two weeks and you already got the doldrums...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Clearly, I need you.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah, you do. Who knows where the fuck you'd be without me?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): In a ditch, wasting away... I know when I've got a good thing.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Or worse. Still working with *Roland.*
Aiden (to Nathaniel): God forbid.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh heh. Speaking of family... I think it's a good bet I'm pretty much as good as disowned by this point. You know how Mom was sending me Bible quotes like every fucking day? Heh. I kinda texted her our wedding photo in response.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): You're probably right... I'm sorry. Allow me to distract you from terrible thoughts on our honeymoon. We will have plenty of ti-- you did what!?!
Nathaniel (to Aiden): What? It made her fucking stop. Don't worry. It's the one with just you and me in it.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Oh well, I'm sure it'll be fine, then. I wish you had told me before you did it, though.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I know. I know it was a fucking petty, dick ass move. But I was just tired of being their fucking punching bag.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I know... I'm just being overly paranoid. C'mere, you look like you could use a hug.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): ... I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it. I got her riled up and she was sent over that shitty Corinthians quote. And I knew you'd hold me like you're doing now, and I'd stop being quite as mad, and you'd talk me right the fuck out of it... Shit. 'Specially when you're fuckin' doin' that.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Do you feel better for doing it?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah, it felt pretty good. I know. It makes me a small-minded douche nozzle, but... Heh heh heh. FUCK yeah it felt good.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Good... Now, allow me to do something else that will feel good. Heh... You're sexy when you're filled with indignant rage... At someone other than me.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah, yeah. I'm some hot-blooded Yankee... Oh! Holy fuck... Heh. What was I sayin'?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I believe you were saying "Take me to bed or lose me forever". You're so melodramatic... How can I refuse? Upsy daisy!
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah. That sounds like me. C'mon, sexy. If you're gonna make with the whole "carrying me into the Honeymoon suite" shit, then make with the fucking carrying, husband!
Aiden (to Nathaniel): As you wish.
At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Charles: Yes! Ha! That's bloody got it. Heh heh... Ouch! Huh. Maybe Miss Una was right about it staying on another week. Well, shit.
