"It be one you never forgot," Sonny says with something of a smirk on his face as his arms fold across his chest. "I've never really been one for vacations anyway."
John continues to try to convince him to go on one, but Sonny continues to shot those ideas down. He doesn't leave the Crowbar. Rarely. Like hell he'd go miles and miles away from it. The thought of it-- It doesn't settle well with him. But he does understand the importance of vacations which is why his people are occasionally sent to resort like vacations with easy-ass missions.
He is secretly a really generous guy, okay?
There's something about the quiet way that she speaks that has Sonny looking at her with something closer to concern. A seriousness returns to his gaze, and there's split second where he wants to ask it. Are you okay? It's that ever internal battle, reaching out or keeping that distance. The distance that's necessary for other people's safety, well being. He doesn't ask it this time, but he knows... in Chicago, he'll want to ask it another. Someday he'll cave.
Sonny almost snorts again. "Yeah, the Rift is not real good at customer service. Don't see those refunds coming. Much as I think it'd be fucking nice." To say the least.
"I... brought this thing, sniffs out stuff touched by Rift touched shit or it's supposed to." He pulls it out of his pocket, holding it up so she can see before he tosses it toward the party building. It looks like a metal ball, and it seems to know where it wants to go already. "It's not one hundred percent but...it's better than walking in blind. He said it was disarmed, but I don't like taking chances when it comes to possibly getting blown the fuck up. So we can scour the place to see if he left any trace behind, any clue. Then we... start talking to the locals."
He's a people person in the bar but outside of it? Not so much. Plus, people in Chicago tend to be... dumb about the shit that goes down in it.
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John continues to try to convince him to go on one, but Sonny continues to shot those ideas down. He doesn't leave the Crowbar. Rarely. Like hell he'd go miles and miles away from it. The thought of it-- It doesn't settle well with him. But he does understand the importance of vacations which is why his people are occasionally sent to resort like vacations with easy-ass missions.
He is secretly a really generous guy, okay?
There's something about the quiet way that she speaks that has Sonny looking at her with something closer to concern. A seriousness returns to his gaze, and there's split second where he wants to ask it. Are you okay? It's that ever internal battle, reaching out or keeping that distance. The distance that's necessary for other people's safety, well being. He doesn't ask it this time, but he knows... in Chicago, he'll want to ask it another. Someday he'll cave.
Sonny almost snorts again. "Yeah, the Rift is not real good at customer service. Don't see those refunds coming. Much as I think it'd be fucking nice." To say the least.
"I... brought this thing, sniffs out stuff touched by Rift touched shit or it's supposed to." He pulls it out of his pocket, holding it up so she can see before he tosses it toward the party building. It looks like a metal ball, and it seems to know where it wants to go already. "It's not one hundred percent but...it's better than walking in blind. He said it was disarmed, but I don't like taking chances when it comes to possibly getting blown the fuck up. So we can scour the place to see if he left any trace behind, any clue. Then we... start talking to the locals."
He's a people person in the bar but outside of it? Not so much. Plus, people in Chicago tend to be... dumb about the shit that goes down in it.