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[beer_and_fire]

Mick Rory

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12/12

[old_school]

Get your stuff Mick.
We're going to take the Waverider for a spin.

Re: 12/12

[beer_and_fire]

Okay. Meet ya there?

[old_school]

Twenty minutes. I've already done the pre-flight checks with Gideon.

[beer_and_fire]

[Mick arrives with his bag in fifteen minutes, strolling onto the bridge after putting his bag in his room]

So, where we heading, boss?

[old_school]

A few of the nearby worlds. Erebus to start with.

We're going to do a little shopping.
[Some light fingered shopping too because his fingers itch and he needs to make sure he hasn't lost his edge.

Stealing Barry's wallet is fun, but he needs a challenge.]

[beer_and_fire]

Shopping or 'shopping'?

[He puts a little inflection on the second word and gives Lenny a raised eyebrow. He really hopes it's 'shopping' because he misses the thrill of the score. And he also knows they won't get caught.]

[old_school]

[A familiar curl of his lips as he leans back in the chair.] I may have a few scores lined up. A little reminder of the old days, parnter.

[beer_and_fire]

[Mick plops down in a seat and levels him with a wide grin]

Bout damn time! I've been itchin' for a score for months now. Can't risk stealin' too much in town after all.

[old_school]

Not with the current sheriff in town. [A teasing barb tossed at his partner and his lady. Not that Leonard has room to talk.

He sits back, fingers laced together.] Figured we could both stand to scratch an old itch.

[beer_and_fire]

Hell no. Especially not since she lives with me now. God, I'd never hear the end of it.

[But the smile on his face clearly indicates he wouldn't have it any other way.]

You got a plan?

[old_school]

Have I got a plan? [Seriously? He's got a plan, a backup for a backup plan. A grin as he shifts the controls.] Relax Mick.

I've got plans, specs and targets.

[beer_and_fire]

I am relaxed, just wonderin' is all.

You and the missus pick a date yet?

[old_school]

Good.

Nora was thinking a Christmas wedding. Just a few of us at the ceremony, a reception at the Gallery after. Something small and simple.

[beer_and_fire]

Ah. Smart. I can help cook if ya want that.

[old_school]

Always, Mick. So long as you realize cooking for Nora's speedster ducklings is going to take you some time.

[beer_and_fire]

Got some stuff in the freezer already, thought about makin' cinnamon rolls for breakfast too. We got time, Ain't like I got other stuff to do. Might could teach Diana a bit more. She's worse than Lisa in the kitchen.

[old_school]

Cinnamon rolls? [You have his attention, Mick. Then his eyes widen at the mention of Diana in the kitchen and he shakes his head.] At least she's in capable hands.

[beer_and_fire]

Yeah, you like em and I figure the speedy kids would like the sugar. Give Nora a chance to focus on the wedding and less on feeding the horde.