Ain't it an occasion to watch shit burn? [he asks with a grunt, taking the joint with a noise of thanks and gesturing to a space in the kitchen. it's a nice place-- may be opposite randy house, but he's clearly had it done up. quite modern looking. the garden's big-- visible through the back door. andy can probably smell the fire pit before she sees it off to the side.] Found m'self missin' Maxie, so I figured I'd partake in his favourite past time.
[a beat, then:] Er, the one that isn't bein' a fuckin' nerd. Wha' 'bout you?
Thought I'd bring you a housewarming gift, that's all.
[ She holds the beer up, gesturing vaguely with it before moving to open the back door. For all her talk about housewarming, she doesn't seem particularly interested in a grand tour or anything. Instead, she heads on into the yard to make herself comfortable beside the burning fire pit. ]
Ah! Wonderful one at that! [he snorts a grin as he takes the bottles off her, though it drops significantly when she asks. he takes a long puff of the joint then hands it back.] Fuck, I don't know. Nearing three, I think? Same with Matt, almost four for Shelly...
[he shrugs noncomittally, feeling like complaining about less than a decade to someone who's gone thousands of years missing her own, even though he knows it's not really the time that matters.]
Either way! Who don't love burnin' some shit every now and then? Along with-- shit, parking tickets!
[ Maybe she shouldn't have asked. It isn't really her way, asking questions like that, even casually — but somehow, it doesn't seem right not to take a moment and acknowledge those that have come and gone. Besides, it's not as if ignoring it will make the pain go away, and they both do plenty of faking fine with other people as it is.
Maybe three or four years doesn't mean much to Andy, in the grand scheme of things. But then again, she's only been with Rex and Martin half that time, and it's meant the world. So who's to say, really? Either way, she'd be the last person to judge Archie for hurting over it. ]
If you're going to burn parking tickets, at least wait until I've had enough beers to pretend like I didn't see it. [ With a twinge of tired dryness: ] Crack us open a couple. We'll drink, then we'll pour one out for all the people back home that the Porter won't let you see.
Right, aye. Forget you're a cop. [he grunts, though there's good humour in it. it's only when she says the last part that his tone gets stilted and he barks a humourless laugh.] Yeah, then I'll cover it up when I inevitably fuckin' move again, huh?
[his expression crimps, like he knows he just met her attempt to do something nice for him with bitching. archie cracks open a few cold ones, holding one out for her.]
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[a beat, then:] Er, the one that isn't bein' a fuckin' nerd. Wha' 'bout you?
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Thought I'd bring you a housewarming gift, that's all.
[ She holds the beer up, gesturing vaguely with it before moving to open the back door. For all her talk about housewarming, she doesn't seem particularly interested in a grand tour or anything. Instead, she heads on into the yard to make herself comfortable beside the burning fire pit. ]
How long's it been now? Two years? Three?
[ Since he last saw Maxie. ]
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[he shrugs noncomittally, feeling like complaining about less than a decade to someone who's gone thousands of years missing her own, even though he knows it's not really the time that matters.]
Either way! Who don't love burnin' some shit every now and then? Along with-- shit, parking tickets!
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Maybe three or four years doesn't mean much to Andy, in the grand scheme of things. But then again, she's only been with Rex and Martin half that time, and it's meant the world. So who's to say, really? Either way, she'd be the last person to judge Archie for hurting over it. ]
If you're going to burn parking tickets, at least wait until I've had enough beers to pretend like I didn't see it. [ With a twinge of tired dryness: ] Crack us open a couple. We'll drink, then we'll pour one out for all the people back home that the Porter won't let you see.
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[his expression crimps, like he knows he just met her attempt to do something nice for him with bitching. archie cracks open a few cold ones, holding one out for her.]
So, um. How've you been?