( she doesn't actually want to see him cry. she's seen it a few times since they've known each other and each time she feels helpless, just as she does with joe and nicky, to help him. she does her best to comfort and soothe but she can't take away the source of what's caused his tears. )
Hopefully we can both avoid the whole crying there here. I think we'll have...other things to really preoccupy us with that we won't have time to cry.
Oh, I'm sure we will. [ Booker agrees, thinking on how there are way too many things they have yet to understand and figure out before they can even begin to find a way back to their own world.
There is very little room in their busy schedules for crying. ]
And don't forget, there is always drowning our sorrows in alcohol. We will need to get jobs just to afford that alone.
( a job. she knows that she has to get one because she'll be too...out of her mind with boredom without one but the thought of going to an actual job after so long is somewhat strange. )
Do you know the last time I had an actual real job?
( she's not even going to give him time to answer. )
It's been a long damn time. I don't know if I'm cut out for a mail room somewhere.
[ No shame in it, of course, but Booker simply can't imagine Andromache the Scythian — once worshipped as a goddess, who knows nearly every way to kill a man without blinking — sorting envelopes and Amazon packages for minimum wage. ]
What was the last 'actual real' job you had anyway?
( and that's the honest truth. andy isn't really sure what her last job was. she's been doing this for years and years and years. maybe not with the same group but it's always been this.
she sighs, trying to sift through memories to find an answer to booker's question. )
I might have done something when I was younger. Maybe delivering things for my parents? I really can't recall having a legitimate job. I did things for jobs we were on, took employment to get myself into certain situations but I don't know if that counts.
[ It's curious though, makes him realize that there's still a lot about Andy that he doesn't know — even after all these centuries of being a team. She's the boss, the leader; and he is her soldier.
There is a lot he does know and a lot he's seen of her skill, but the minute details, the mundane is somehow still a mystery.
( she chuckles, rubbing a hand over her face and sighing. this is a whole new world for all of them and it's strange to feel off balance. if she hadn't just gone through a world shaking event, she might be a little more excited to explore it but it's hard to be excited right now. )
We'll be okay.
( because they have to be. )
If anything, we'll make you dance for money. Bet that brings it in.
[ All the more reason, perhaps, to try and not be such a self-isolating sad sack. That both he and Andy had enabled each other's dark moods led him to thinking he had done the right thing when he'd done quite the opposite. And for what?
Not that he's going to feign excitement either, but he'll do his goddamned best not to indulge in the hopelessness of the situation - at least not in front of Andy and not to the detriment of his family. Never again. ]
Ah, but you know Joe always was a much better dancer than me.
[ Booker chuckles too, and then completely dead-pan: ]
If you say that, you're going to have to prove it, you know.
( are you really willing to risk that, booker? because she's going to make you do a set in front of her and she's going to judge you. )
I think there's a few clubs in this city that'll take amateurs. You find yourself a club that'll let you tell a few jokes and I'll go and sit front row.
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( she doesn't actually want to see him cry. she's seen it a few times since they've known each other and each time she feels helpless, just as she does with joe and nicky, to help him. she does her best to comfort and soothe but she can't take away the source of what's caused his tears. )
Hopefully we can both avoid the whole crying there here. I think we'll have...other things to really preoccupy us with that we won't have time to cry.
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There is very little room in their busy schedules for crying. ]
And don't forget, there is always drowning our sorrows in alcohol. We will need to get jobs just to afford that alone.
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Do you know the last time I had an actual real job?
( she's not even going to give him time to answer. )
It's been a long damn time. I don't know if I'm cut out for a mail room somewhere.
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[ No shame in it, of course, but Booker simply can't imagine Andromache the Scythian — once worshipped as a goddess, who knows nearly every way to kill a man without blinking — sorting envelopes and Amazon packages for minimum wage. ]
What was the last 'actual real' job you had anyway?
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( and that's the honest truth. andy isn't really sure what her last job was. she's been doing this for years and years and years. maybe not with the same group but it's always been this.
she sighs, trying to sift through memories to find an answer to booker's question. )
I might have done something when I was younger. Maybe delivering things for my parents? I really can't recall having a legitimate job. I did things for jobs we were on, took employment to get myself into certain situations but I don't know if that counts.
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[ It's curious though, makes him realize that there's still a lot about Andy that he doesn't know — even after all these centuries of being a team. She's the boss, the leader; and he is her soldier.
There is a lot he does know and a lot he's seen of her skill, but the minute details, the mundane is somehow still a mystery.
Booker shrugs. ]
Well, you know what I did.
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( she chuckles, rubbing a hand over her face and sighing. this is a whole new world for all of them and it's strange to feel off balance. if she hadn't just gone through a world shaking event, she might be a little more excited to explore it but it's hard to be excited right now. )
We'll be okay.
( because they have to be. )
If anything, we'll make you dance for money. Bet that brings it in.
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Not that he's going to feign excitement either, but he'll do his goddamned best not to indulge in the hopelessness of the situation - at least not in front of Andy and not to the detriment of his family. Never again. ]
Ah, but you know Joe always was a much better dancer than me.
[ Booker chuckles too, and then completely dead-pan: ]
Clearly my talent lies in stand-up comedy.
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( are you really willing to risk that, booker? because she's going to make you do a set in front of her and she's going to judge you. )
I think there's a few clubs in this city that'll take amateurs. You find yourself a club that'll let you tell a few jokes and I'll go and sit front row.