Gypsy Girl
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birthright_rpgHe'd snuck the kid's menu from the stack while he waited to be seated. Once in the booth, the Agent flipped over the copy of the Junior Short Stack to discover Gypsy Girl, number twenty-two in the series. Whistler tucked it underneath his placemat, a mental note to take it home later. Three more and he'd have the whole Denny's set. A day would come when someone would pay good money for them.
He always planned for the future.
A blonde waitress brought his coffee and a full carafe. Membership had its privileges.
He picked up the menu and studied the all-day breakfast. It felt like a Grand Slam kind of day in Sin City.
He always planned for the future.
A blonde waitress brought his coffee and a full carafe. Membership had its privileges.
He picked up the menu and studied the all-day breakfast. It felt like a Grand Slam kind of day in Sin City.
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on 2013-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)Whistler swirled the coffee, enjoying the sploosh, careful enough not to spill. He took one final drag on his cigarette before butting it in the ashtray. "I was in Tokyo before this; kind of a semi-retirement. Keeping the balance isn't as easy as it sounds. Sometimes ya gotta do... awful things. My plan was to pop in, convince Holiday -- yes, that's her name -- to get out of town, and make a hasty retreat. But I felt the tug again, and you kept popping up in mirrors, and then for real in Searchlight."
He paused a moment as a young couple and their squabbling two year-old sat down in the next booth. "You're... connected. You feel it? 'Cuz I don't think that's coincidence."