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[trenchknives]

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

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[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.]

[waitedforyears]

I was working in a shop where they asked for protection money. Like hell I'm gonna work in a place like that. [ A shrug. So she slept with one of them because she wanted to and for information, and then she walked in and told them she wanted to join. As easy as that. ]

[trenchknives]

Hell, I probably know the guy who asked for the damn protection money. Those guys're predictable.

[Not that he's not like that, too. But he's a little different; he'll work with anyone he can. Most of these people are so stuck on one side or the other -- Italian or Irish -- that they won't do what's in their best interest.]

[waitedforyears]

You're telling me. Stupid boys.

[ She thinks in another life (the one she remembers sometimes) she had morals that wouldn't let this go, but right now and in the world that she lives in? Amy watches out for herself and she wants to move up in the world, wants adventure and excitement and if she can get that joining the mob? Well, then that's what she'll do. Has done, as a matter of fact. ]