You Wanted a Chat? (EA, Bruun)

[Snorri Tycho]

"She?" Snorri raised an eyebrow. "Who are you getting drunk?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Hey, I'm not--" Bruun immediately gets defensive about the suggestion. "I mean, it's not like that," he says. Then in a moment of self reflection quietly and himself, "Wait, is it like that?" He closes his eyes and waves the idea away.

"Look, snooty rich kids are dangerous when they want to go play soldier, right? You've probably seen that. But I wanted to know how tough she is, and wanted to be offering something it seemed like she'd have to try. See? No big conspiracy, nobody getting plastered..." Having explained himself, Bruun seemed less defensive. He scratched his beard thoughtfully, waiting to see Snorri's reaction.

[Snorri Tycho]

"Dude" Snorri shook his head. "I can't believe that you wasted my booze on something like that. At least try to get some if you are going to woo a girl like that. So, it was Andrea then?"

She was the one who immediately popped into his head at the description of "snooty rich kid playing soldier".

"You are trying to get more out of her than I would have tried. Usually, they are a self fixing problem. You just have to outlive them. Which, in my experience, is not all that long"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun bristles. "Hey, when I want to chase tail, I can do just fine," the older man retorts.

"I'm trying to figure out how damn dangerous these kids are. And just because somebody was born noble..." Bruun isn't sure how to finish that thought. "Just... look... alright? We're gonna live longer if we have comrades we can trust. If it takes some good booze to know what we're dealing with, that's fine." Bruun looks a little indignant, but it fades.

"I reckon these little women ain't bad to look at while we're, uh, figuring things out," Bruun finally admits.

[Snorri Tycho]

Snorri rolls his eyes.

"The answer is extremely dangerous. Oh, I'll trust my wing, because let's face it, you don't have a choice in the matter, because if you don't, you are very very alone out there. But I made my bones as a grunt who was thrown to the thresher for the greater glory of whatever little lordling wanted to give himself a hardon.

"I'm not doing this for glory old man. Military fame is to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the after action report. I do this because I don't know any other life to live, and I might as well get paid for it. But for me, that means bringing myself and my wing home alive. That's glory enough for me, thank you very much, and I am not going to help them kill themselves gloriously.”

Snorri does manage a smile. "But yeah, having the company filled with absolute babes is a nice perk"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun bristles at the old man comment, but rolls with it: "I didn't get to be an old man by indulging glory seekers, Snorri, so don't think I'm trying to put some damn training wheels on anyone. But I'm also not letting some kid die out here in the middle of nowhere if I can help it either."

Bruun fishes the bourbon bottle out of his locker, takes a swig, and offers it to Snorri.

"So, regarding what counts: Who are your top three? Not limited to mechwarriors unless that's your type."

[Snorri Tycho]

Snorri shrugs. "It's your funeral." He grabs back his bottle and takes a swig.

"As for my top three." I takes another glug, savoring the taste. "Three is Chow. Maybe a little reserved but definitely cute, and going around in tank tops and briefs certainly isn't hurting my eyes. Second is going to have to be Winters...I mean, she's scary, but just damn. I bet she is wild when she cuts loose. First is Felicity...something about that short stack gets me going, and she keeps up with me every step of the way. She's" Snorri actually feels the tug of a genuine smile. "Fun. Not just "fun to look at" but damn, she knows how to keep it coming and keep me on my toes"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun shakes his head at the funeral comment, but nods as Snorri talks, and by the end is actually smiling. In... relief? Maybe not the expected reaction.

"I hear ya, scary can be interesting. But it sounds like we can stay out of each other's way, and that suits me fine. Just make sure what happens out of the mech doesn't interfere with what needs to happen in the mech, right?"

[Snorri Tycho]

"Hey, I don't go around telling you where and where not to have sex old timer" Snorri points at the man, then offers a wink, letting Bruun in that it was a deadpan joke.

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun roars with laughter, reaching out for the bottle.

"You do what you gotta do, Snorri." He looks at the other man. "How long you been a mechwarrior?"