Angelo and John, Thursday afternoon
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xp_logsThey leave for their trip. Eventually.
It was way past twelve in the afternoon when John finally dragged his duffel bag out into the front hall. They were supposed to have made an early start this morning and he'd set the alarm at eight but kept turning it off whenever it rang.
"Morning, Gray Man," John threw his bag to Angelo and let out a bit of a smirk. He was sure the poor guy had tried to wake him earlier but to no avail. "So are we ready to leave Xavier's for good?"
"Afternoon, Firebug", Angelo retorted, tossing the bag back at him. "An' you should know there's no such thing."
John caught the bag and let out a shrug. "Never know." He made his way down the front steps and dumped his belongings in the trunk of the car.
"Said your sweet goodbyes to Amanda last night?"
"You know it", Angelo said with a wicked grin, following him. "What about you? Find someone t'mark the beginnin' of the adventure?"
"I fucking wish," John muttered under his breath. "You know who Nathan needs to hire? Some hot individual. Someone above the age of eighteen. Someone who's got a thing for fires." Well, there was sweet little Angelica Jones who John suspected might have had a crush on him once, but if he laid so much as a finger on her, he might as well be throwing himself out on the curb.
"Nate hires out of the school", Angelo said practically. "For this branch, anyway, it's easier. You'd have better luck at Silver."
John slammed the trunk close and walked over to the passenger side of the car. "Maybe I'll get lucky in Texas," he grinned.
"Maybe I'll set it up."
"Maybe you should shut up and drive," John chuckled and reached for the map in the glove compartment. "We got everything we need?"
"Yep", Angelo said with a grin, hopping into the driver's seat. "All ready to go."
"You know what I should have done? Dropped by Mark's to get a hold of some his CDs. I bet you if I had asked he could've gotten us some great stuff from Pete, but what the heck--" He turned his iPod on and connected it to the player. "Guess we'll have to deal with whatever I got."
"Hey!" Angelo protested. "Driver picks the music. Unless I like what you got."
John resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Fine," he nodded. "Fair enough. But I get to play my shit for the next half an hour and then you can decide that it's fucked up and you can slip in your little collection of Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync and whatever else it is you listen to these days."
That got him a look. "I did not just hear you say that in my car."
"Well, I'd hate to have to repeat myself. Now can you try to speed up and not drive like my dead grandma?"
It was way past twelve in the afternoon when John finally dragged his duffel bag out into the front hall. They were supposed to have made an early start this morning and he'd set the alarm at eight but kept turning it off whenever it rang.
"Morning, Gray Man," John threw his bag to Angelo and let out a bit of a smirk. He was sure the poor guy had tried to wake him earlier but to no avail. "So are we ready to leave Xavier's for good?"
"Afternoon, Firebug", Angelo retorted, tossing the bag back at him. "An' you should know there's no such thing."
John caught the bag and let out a shrug. "Never know." He made his way down the front steps and dumped his belongings in the trunk of the car.
"Said your sweet goodbyes to Amanda last night?"
"You know it", Angelo said with a wicked grin, following him. "What about you? Find someone t'mark the beginnin' of the adventure?"
"I fucking wish," John muttered under his breath. "You know who Nathan needs to hire? Some hot individual. Someone above the age of eighteen. Someone who's got a thing for fires." Well, there was sweet little Angelica Jones who John suspected might have had a crush on him once, but if he laid so much as a finger on her, he might as well be throwing himself out on the curb.
"Nate hires out of the school", Angelo said practically. "For this branch, anyway, it's easier. You'd have better luck at Silver."
John slammed the trunk close and walked over to the passenger side of the car. "Maybe I'll get lucky in Texas," he grinned.
"Maybe I'll set it up."
"Maybe you should shut up and drive," John chuckled and reached for the map in the glove compartment. "We got everything we need?"
"Yep", Angelo said with a grin, hopping into the driver's seat. "All ready to go."
"You know what I should have done? Dropped by Mark's to get a hold of some his CDs. I bet you if I had asked he could've gotten us some great stuff from Pete, but what the heck--" He turned his iPod on and connected it to the player. "Guess we'll have to deal with whatever I got."
"Hey!" Angelo protested. "Driver picks the music. Unless I like what you got."
John resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Fine," he nodded. "Fair enough. But I get to play my shit for the next half an hour and then you can decide that it's fucked up and you can slip in your little collection of Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync and whatever else it is you listen to these days."
That got him a look. "I did not just hear you say that in my car."
"Well, I'd hate to have to repeat myself. Now can you try to speed up and not drive like my dead grandma?"
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