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"I don't know, Slim. That was a pretty goddamn good sake martini in Tokyo." Raising his glass to her, Spike can't help but smile: this one's as good if not better. "It's New York. You kind of have to go for the Big Apple martini." It's a study in contrasts: half sweet cherry, half sour apple, but it's really good.
A day and some distance makes for a hell of a difference; he looks down at the shopping bags at their feet. Shit for Junior, shit for Beth and the best part of all is they managed to get through it without anyone shooting at him and without any big oh, fuck-style lump-in-the-throat moments. It's just been kind of fun: he hasn't spent a hell of a lot of time in New York on any planet and it's a damn nice city. Big as hell, and he knows the New York on Earth didn't have canals, but this is Mars and lots of the cities do. Reaching for her hand under the table, he nods to one of the bags. "I like that black dress thing you got. You look really beautiful in it." Carefully, he blows the smoke from his cigarette in the opposite direction. "And that tiny t-shirt for Junior, the one that says Don't Fuck With Me? Didn't know they made them that small. Not with that logo on them, anyhow."
Good moods can be contagious things; he really thinks he and Beth deserve to have a little bit of fun. "There's supposed to be a carousel in Central Park. We could stow this shit on the Swordfish and take a walk over to see it if you want. While we're here."
He knows they won't be back again. Might as well take advantage.
A day and some distance makes for a hell of a difference; he looks down at the shopping bags at their feet. Shit for Junior, shit for Beth and the best part of all is they managed to get through it without anyone shooting at him and without any big oh, fuck-style lump-in-the-throat moments. It's just been kind of fun: he hasn't spent a hell of a lot of time in New York on any planet and it's a damn nice city. Big as hell, and he knows the New York on Earth didn't have canals, but this is Mars and lots of the cities do. Reaching for her hand under the table, he nods to one of the bags. "I like that black dress thing you got. You look really beautiful in it." Carefully, he blows the smoke from his cigarette in the opposite direction. "And that tiny t-shirt for Junior, the one that says Don't Fuck With Me? Didn't know they made them that small. Not with that logo on them, anyhow."
Good moods can be contagious things; he really thinks he and Beth deserve to have a little bit of fun. "There's supposed to be a carousel in Central Park. We could stow this shit on the Swordfish and take a walk over to see it if you want. While we're here."
He knows they won't be back again. Might as well take advantage.
