1766/That's a Spicy Meatball

That's a Spicy Meatball
Date of Scene:	01 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Rainmaker, Freefall

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Rainmaker has posed:
    It is payday!

    This means, that, briefly at least, the apartment has petty cash to be promptly wasted on something uneconomical but that makes everyone feel a bit better about life for a while. While Caitlin had to beg off (working on a special project on a deadline for her contract computer work), Sarah offered to treat Roxie to someplace, which is why they're currently walking along to Pasketti. Luckily the rain has let up. Possibly because of Sarah.

    "Have you really been to this place?" Sarah says thoughfully. "I don't see it at all..."but it's supposed to be here..."

Freefall has posed:
    "I have been to it.
    "I have been near it.
    "I have seen photos of it.
    "Don't worry so much, we'll find it. So what's up with you and Priss? Ain't heard much about you lately."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah huffs, then mmms. "Nothing's up, she's just been...busy." she says as you walk along, hands in the pockets of her jean shorts. "I saw her the other night for dinner." She smiles a bit. "So, not like we're totally separated or something. She works nights...makes it hard to plan much sometimes." She peers down at you as you wander next to her. "...she's thinking of moving in to the hotel, actually. Not in our place, I mean, but in her own room."

Freefall has posed:
    Hands deep in the pockets of a jacket too big for her and too hot for the August heat, Roxie nods. "Gonna move in with her?" she asks casually. "Is lesbian nesting still a thing, or did ya get over that as a culture yet?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah gets a flush. "It is NOT a thing! Besides lots of people move in with each other." There's a pause. "Not like I'm going to, I mean...I'm fine with us both having our own space right now." she admits, frowning to herself. "It's...complicated."

    Like the song goes, anyway.

    "And it'll be nice if she's just in the same building, honestly. Especially after she came through on the...OH!" Sarah slows, then starts digging in her purse. "I almost forgot, you weren't home when she dropped these off." She pulls out a laminated card and offers it to you. "Ta dah. New ID. Somehow she got them actually registered as the real deal too, so...we can actually use them if we need them."

    Of course, Roxie's still has her actual age on it...

Freefall has posed:
    "Cool, thank her for me if I don't see her soon," Roxie says, then pauses. Sarah can watch a "oh, what the hell" expression run across her face, and then Roxie is giving Sarah a brief, rough hug. "Just because I don't let you knkow often enough I appreciate you," she explains calmly, like that's a thing people say or do, before resuming her walk down the street.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah freezes up a bit in suprise, blinking, as she's hugged, then smiling as you release her and continue walking, jogging to catch up. "Love you too, pipsqueak." she murmurs affectionately. "Hey, is that it?" she says, perking up as she points.

    There is, in fact, a Pasketti sign on the sidewalk up ahead, with open door near it from which the scent of a variety of Italian spices and sauce can be scented wafting free. It looks like a not incredibly high cost sort of place, more a comfy one step up from a pizza parlour. And, from the kids coming out carrying a couple boxes, apparently they do take out of pizza, among other things.

Freefall has posed:
    "Speak not of our love!" Roxie gasps, scandalized. "Father has sworn to the Count that you shall marry his daughter Priscilla! He would cast you out of our house ere you dishonored your betrothal!" Then she's inside Pasketti's, which Roxie personally thinks missed a trick by not calling itself Pasketti's Pizza. Kids dig the alliteration. She finds a seat, plunks herself into it, and kicks one leg up onto one of the neighboring seats. She should have a toothpick in her mouth.

Rainmaker has posed:
    There's a giggle from the Amerindian girl as she follows you in. It's nice inside, this must have been a pub or something before, all dark woods and booths with dark green cushions. There are pictures that look like ACTUAL pictures, instead of just kitsch designed to a theme, many of which looks like they might even be family pictures, some of which are more recent, showing areas around town. There's a bar at the back, separated from the tables up front by a short wooden wall, which partially blocks the pair of TVs that are showing various sportsball games. At the front there's a beautiful mural of...well, a spagettie monster being battled by ...knights with vegetable heads? Things are not looking good for the Tomato Knight there, he's been sliced into neat slices by its noodly appendages.

    There's a young woman in a black tshirt, red apron and jeans waiting at the front, who smiles as you come in. "Hi there! TAble for two?"

Freefall has posed:
    "Yup," says the comfortably seated Roxie. She nods at the TV nearest to her. "I see you're playing The Game. It would appear my favored team is in the lead, by virtue of having scored more points. I believe based on my extensive knnowledge of their history that they will continue to score the most points, thus causing them to win The Game."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah smirks a bit as the girl looks slightly confused but beams. 'Yeah, the Raiders got this inna bag! Right this way!" says, snagging a pair of menus and leading you deeper into the relatively busy restaurant. It's not full, thankfully, so it's not too noisy, but there's enough people here to make it not feel empty either. The server sets down the menus. "Wanna will be by to get your orders in a moment! Enjoy!" she says, incredibly perkily as she heads back up front.

    Sarah watches her go. "...I think I might want whatever she's on..." she says thoughfulyl, before sliding into the booth. It's one of those horseshoe style wrap around benches, where you can choose how close or how far you want to be from other people sitting with you.

Freefall has posed:
    Roxie shrugs, gets up from the table she chose, and follows Sarah to the one the server wants. Not worth starting something over. "It's the doggie," she agrees. "Real perky high with a mellow comedown. Bad news is, you gotta inject it into your tearducts to get it to your brain because of its half-life."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "It should probably worry me that I can't tell if you're kidding sometimes about that...' Sarah says wryly, leaning back as she tugs over one of the menus. "...is that really a thing?" she says, watching you as she peers over her menu. "Cuz tearducts...ow."

Freefall has posed:
    "I never joke about drugs," Roxie says comfortably, eyes on the menu. Wow... Italian food has a lot of carbs. "Last month I had to pay our rent by muling for Pablo Escobar. Made me swallow fourteen balloons full of mish-mash and zippies. Crossed the Canadian border, and found out my the pointman on the sale got taken down by the Mounties. Now I'm just waiting for the balloons to erode in my stomach so I can get super high before I OD. Why I gotta carb-load by eating Italian. The pasta neutralizes the uppers."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "...okay, now you're bullshitting me." the Amerindian girl says dryly. "But I am not against the carbs. Tonight at least." She hmms. "You should totaly go jogging with me tomorrow though to work some of this off...it'd do you good."

    She shrugs. "Besides, I could really use a jogging buddy, Caitlin turns red whenever anyone watches her during a jog, and I'm afraid she'll just faint from blood loss or something." She is only partially joking. "Also, if you're making bank like that, where's our cut, hmm?" she says with a smile.

Freefall has posed:
    Roxie looks up from the menu, genuinely startled. "Wait, you go jogging alone? Seriously?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Not in the middle of the night or something." Sarah says, glancing over. "That's asking for trouble, but in the morning before it gets hot, sure." She purses her lips. "I mean, I don't go into any dark alleys on the way or somthing.

Freefall has posed:
    "Jeez, kid. Remind me to stop messing with you. You're tough." Roxie, who is years younger than Sarah, shakes her head and returns to her menu.