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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

Well, shit, if they ain't comin' today...

[He smiles at her charmingly.]

Ya wanna go grab a bite to eat, or somethin'?

[waitedforyears]

[ There's a moment's thought, but then she's getting to her feet and grabbing her coat. ]

Lead the way, Jimmy. [ The telegram goes into the coat pocket, to be dropped in the hands of someone she trusts on their way out. ]

[trenchknives]

[Well, that was easier than he'd expected it to be. He heads back down the hallway, trying to think of where to go.]

There's a little Italian place down the block, if ya like that kinda food. Went there once with a friend of mine, 'n it's pretty good. Y'know, if ya want.

[waitedforyears]

You're buying. [ Amy isn't one to say no to a flirt and she's attractive and not afraid to use it to her advantage is part of the reason she's made it as far as she has. ]

[trenchknives]

'course I am. I owe ya. Without you, I woulda been sittin' in an empty meetin' for an hour, waitin' for those guys to show up.

[He shoves his hands into his pockets as he steps out of the building -- it's not exactly warm out there.]

[waitedforyears]

Lucky you got lost, then, isn't it. [ It isn't, hence the coat. Amy wraps it closely around herself. ]

So, you only here for the meeting?

[trenchknives]

Nah, I live around here. Born 'n raised, actually.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah? I'm Scottish. [ Which may or may not be why the Dawsons like talking to her. ]

[trenchknives]

That's what I was guessin', from the accent. When'd ya come here?

[He's walking a little slowly -- the cold weather always makes his limp worse -- but he's enjoying talking to her, and they're almost at the restaurant.]

[waitedforyears]

When I was ten. [ And she's kept the accent, because it's the only reminder she has of Scotland and her childhood.

She notices the limp, of course, but doesn't comment. ] I like it here, though. [ Not exactly a lie. ]

[trenchknives]

Really? A lotta people'd rather be somewhere else.

[He holds open the door of the restaurant for her.]

Me, I guess I'm just used to it.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah? Maybe one day I'll go back to Scotland. Not right now, though.

[ Inclining her head in thanks as she walks in. ]

Where else've you been?

[trenchknives]

France, for the war, 'n New York after that, for a little while. Guess I maybe went through Scotland on the way to France, but I don't really remember it.

[waitedforyears]

[ That explains the limp, she's guessing. ] Y'missed out, then.

[trenchknives]

Is it really that good?

[He picks a table for them, and immediately orders coffee.]

Guess I never really thought about it.

[waitedforyears]

'course it is. [ She may be biased, though, and her memories painted rosier than they were, but she's not gonna tell him any of that if he actually believes her.

She orders a coffee as well, before taking the menu and studying it. ]

[trenchknives]

Maybe I'll go there someday, then. I always kinda wanted to travel.

[He picks up his own menu, studies it, trying to play it cool.]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah? Y'should. [ A beat while she just looks at the menu, then she puts it down. ]

Any recommendations?

[trenchknives]

The spaghetti ain't half bad. Meatballs're good too. 'n there's some thing called eggplant parmesan that my friend gets, but I'm skeptical.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah, I'm not in it for the vegetables. [ Pushing the menu to the edge of the table. ] Beatballs it is.

[trenchknives]

Good, I ain't goin' for vegetables either. I'll get the spaghetti.

[He grins at her, liking the way she talks, liking her enthusiasm.]

... beatballs. I'M SORRY

[waitedforyears]

Do I get to try them? [ It's easy to grin back; stretching her legs under the table. ]

Re: My brain autocorrected it. Way for me to not notice XD

[trenchknives]

Sure. You can try 'em.

[You can do a lot of other things, too, Amy. He likes you.]

So. Tell me about yourself. You like Scotland. You work for a bunch'a...

[Well, he's not going to call them all gangsters. He doesn't want her thinking poorly of him.]

oh, good. carry on then

[waitedforyears]

Sounds like a deal.

[ Raising her eyebrows, lips pursed. ] I don't work for them, I'm one of them. [ That bit's important. Amy Pond doesn't do anything she doesn't want to, and she doesn't just work for people. ]

[trenchknives]

Yeah? 'n how'd that happen?

['cause there aren't too many women in his world.]