Colin pulls his Charger into Gypsy's and stubs out the cigarette he was smoking, grimacing at the tobacco abuse as he had atleast one hit left on it.
He waits for Dizzy to pull up and then gets ready to enter.
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Colin pulls his Charger into Gypsy's and stubs out the cigarette he was smoking, grimacing at the tobacco abuse as he had atleast one hit left on it.
He waits for Dizzy to pull up and then gets ready to enter.
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The motorcycle revs one final time as Dizzy pulls up and kills the engine, taking a deep sigh like he has hung up on an old friend after talking for only a few moments.
Just not long enough.
Walking up beside Colin, he smiles, a lingering gaze on the Ducati. "Ya ready to eat? I'm proper hungry, boy."
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"Yeah man, definately. Lets get a corner table, or atleast somewhere private." He says before he walks in and waits for the hostess to seat them.
He wanted to light up another cigarette, beginning to stress over the variables, too many questions and what if?'s running through his head, and the slip up with Monica only compounded his stress, making him want another smoke just that much more.
Through the doors, past the two men waiting to be seated, and into the bar Area walks a Large man, about 6'5" pushing 250 pounds. He wears jeans and a flannel with a sheep skin jacket. On his feet are a pair of heavy work boots. Boots that are well worn and broken in. The Long sleeves of his Jacket and flannel cover tattoos running up his arms in various tribal markings and symbols.
Caster Karalis Sits at a table in the bar area and orders tonight's special and a bottle of wine. Native Greek wine from around the area where he was born.
What he is wearing
Jen
"Hey Boys welcome back, come on I have your table ready for you." Jen says to the two men as she leads them to the same seats they were in last time. "Start you boys off with some drinks?" Jen asks.
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Dizzy takes his seat, smiling to Jen and reading her nametag, recalling her. He loved nametags. Made life so much easier.
"Hey Jen, could I get a 7-Up please, no ice."
Fido Dido was just so kewl.
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"Sweet, thanks honey." Colin says as Jen shows them to their usual table. She really was kinda cute...
He flashes her his typical smile when she asks for their drinks and orders his. "Crown, on the rocks, and a coke." He says, before leaning back in his seat of the booth to get a little more comfortable. They had planning to do, how to conduct the mission best... Way to many damn variables... feels like that house in Afghanistan all over again...
Jen gets the boys there drinks and drops them back off. She takes there orders (if they order food) smiles and goes to put the order in.
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Colin just smiles at Jen, "Steak, my usual." He says, and then waits for Dizzy to order his own food.
Once Jen has left to put in their orders Colin turns his attention to Dizzy, face and tone both serious. "Alright man, so how you wanting to approach this, you got any general ideas yet?"
Caster takes out his phone, has a short conversation and slides the phone back into his pocket. He drinks down his wine glass. Leaves enough money on the table to cover the food and the wine, even though he hasn't gotten his food yet, and takes his leave of the restaurant. Promising himself that he would return soon.
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Dizzy just orders a sandwich to tide him over and sips at his drink. When Jen leaves them, he gives a shrug.
"Well, at the moment, its looking fucked," he says honestly. "No idea what type of transport, no idea of the actual route, no idea how many will be carrying. The only thing we do know is the cargo." He sighs, a man obviously not thrilled of the prospect. "I don't mind adapting on the spot but this could be either a walk in the park or a kick inna balls."
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