"Lead the way, Slim." With a conspiratorial whisper into Junior's ear ("watch which way your mom goes; she's really smart about this stuff") he follows gladly.
"House of Arch," Junior announces to anyone who will listen, waving her hands at every picture on the wall. "House of Arch."
She's got that down. Because he can, he swings her up again so she strategically doesn't see the neon yellow bra hanging over the bar. That will be fodder for more than enough questions later on; he doesn't need to answer them now. Up and up and up. Down and around. He can't begin to count the times they've done this... but never here.
Welcome to the life of a bounty hunter, Junior, he thinks. Always moving around, never staying put. Maybe they'll get to stay here a little while. He always liked this place, mostly because it brought him Beth. But the House of Arch is cool, and they have stuff there, not that he remembers what it all is now. He does know one thing: they can take down that baby swing. Junior's too big for it now.
"Okay. See that picture over there, Junior? With the dogs playing cards? That's where we're going."
If the painting's still keyed to them, that is. There's one way to find out. He rests his free arm around Beth's shoulder, nods toward the portrait. The words open, sesame would be appropriate, but he'll be happy to stay silent. And if it doesn't work, he'll just give it a good swift kick.
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Date: 2009-06-30 03:44 am (UTC)"House of Arch," Junior announces to anyone who will listen, waving her hands at every picture on the wall. "House of Arch."
She's got that down. Because he can, he swings her up again so she strategically doesn't see the neon yellow bra hanging over the bar. That will be fodder for more than enough questions later on; he doesn't need to answer them now. Up and up and up. Down and around. He can't begin to count the times they've done this... but never here.
Welcome to the life of a bounty hunter, Junior, he thinks. Always moving around, never staying put. Maybe they'll get to stay here a little while. He always liked this place, mostly because it brought him Beth. But the House of Arch is cool, and they have stuff there, not that he remembers what it all is now. He does know one thing: they can take down that baby swing. Junior's too big for it now.
"Okay. See that picture over there, Junior? With the dogs playing cards? That's where we're going."
If the painting's still keyed to them, that is. There's one way to find out. He rests his free arm around Beth's shoulder, nods toward the portrait. The words open, sesame would be appropriate, but he'll be happy to stay silent. And if it doesn't work, he'll just give it a good swift kick.
Some people never learn.