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[It's never anything drastically important, or anything terribly "serious", as much as he'd hate to use a loaded term like that. They're friends in the same business, is all, and they've at least got an understanding there. If he gets bored, he rings Wade, and they go out and do... something. Anything. Killing time between jobs (that they've made very sure to not have intersect again, thanks very much) and blowing off steam together quickly becomes their routine as the time goes and goes.
Not that it bothers Travis. Doing nothing with somebody (and occasionally doing, heh, something), he's always thought, is the true test of getting along on the long term, and he likes Wade. He's a good guy, and he hasn't gotten to really waste time with somebody on a regular basis since Bishop. It's comfortable, and not an arrangement he's looking to budge on anytime soon.
Because Wade's a damn good friend, all things considered. ...Emphasis on "friend".
And to further emphasize that "friend" part, they've taken to proving they can wingman for each other and for the love of god it's gonna work this time.
Travis sighs, dials the familiar number, and waits for the ringing to stop.]
Hey, we still goin' anywhere tonight?
Not that it bothers Travis. Doing nothing with somebody (and occasionally doing, heh, something), he's always thought, is the true test of getting along on the long term, and he likes Wade. He's a good guy, and he hasn't gotten to really waste time with somebody on a regular basis since Bishop. It's comfortable, and not an arrangement he's looking to budge on anytime soon.
Because Wade's a damn good friend, all things considered. ...Emphasis on "friend".
And to further emphasize that "friend" part, they've taken to proving they can wingman for each other and for the love of god it's gonna work this time.
Travis sighs, dials the familiar number, and waits for the ringing to stop.]
Hey, we still goin' anywhere tonight?
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[He'd been so thoroughly distracted by listening into their conversation that finally being called on to speak catches him off-guard. And as silly as it sounds, Wade's easy chatter has almost gotten more of his attention than Rosalyn's: it's like it comes effortlessly to him. Travis is jealous of that ease, really. If he had a mind to, he could take this girl home just as easily. That thought... shouldn't bother him as much as it does.
But he can't keep the smile down when she turns to him, pretty face wearing an open, inviting expression.] Yeah, I do. Built my own from the ground up. It's Travis, by the way. [God. A girl into bikes. What a catch.]
Well, then, it's nice to meet you, too! [Rosalyn hums in genuine interest, running a finger along the rim of her glass.] You don't say. Wouldn't have pegged you for a bike type, either.
[He laughs, grinning. Wow. This is already going significantly better than he thought it would, and he visibly relaxes.] Guess I'm just full of surprises, huh?
You sure are. I like that; keeps me on my toes. [She props up her chin.] I've gotta see this bike of yours, though. Is it outside?
[Wait. It's... not.] Ah, shit, I... took a different one over today. It's back home, sorry.
[Rosalyn's smile is completely innocent. (Or is meant to be, anyway.)]
Doesn't mean I can't still see it.