The Gig [Finished]

[accalia]

"Hmph. oh that. Yeah, but you do that to yourself, others don't do it to you. They can make you want to do it to yourself, see, butt hey can't actually do it to you."

[yamikuronue]

"And if they make you want to, whatever they did is worse." reasons Vic. Like what they'd do to me if they found out I was a dame.

[accalia]

"Hmph. there is that." Tony agrees, fresh pain in his voice warring with old.

[yamikuronue]

Vic sighs. I can't tell if I won that or lost.

"What is wrong with you?"

[accalia]

"Don't like to talk about it. Figure it out for yourself if you're so nosy." Tony really doesn't want to talk about it, but at least he didn't say that Vic couldn't find out... Is that a good thing?

[yamikuronue]

"Great. I'm going to die and I don't even get to know why." Vic lapses into a funk, walking in silence.

[accalia]

"There are some things that are worth that." Tony quips before falling into silence. Eventually they return to the car, a deck of cards acquired and 90 minutes killed.

"Well. let's go get a boat." Tony comments finally as he gets behind the wheel.

[yamikuronue]

Some things maybe, but this idiot? Hardly.

Vic doesn't bother replying to Tony. He just stares out the window, letting the idiot drive.

[accalia]

Minutes later Tony reaches the docks where someone that looks very much like Tony, If tony had a beard anyway, is waiting.

"Hullo Si-" is all he manages to get out before Tony punches him in the shoulder to shut him up.

"There'll be time for pleasantries later Dick, You got the keys?"

"I do, dunno why you want to run the traps tonight, but me and the missus ain't gonna complain about getting a night together."

'You're a good man Dick, say hi to Betty for me." Tony replies before turning his back on the man and heading back towards the car. "let's get this thing parked, and find you some hipwaders in your size." he comments to Vic.

[yamikuronue]

Hipwaders. Sure. Whatever those are. Vic sighs, dramatically, tagging after Tony.

[accalia]

Turns out hip waders are rubber overalls. Tony explains "They keep your pants dry, and make it harder for things to snag that shouldn't. I know we've got the package to pick up but we still have to work the traps to have a reason for being out there. Get them on and we can start heading out."

[yamikuronue]

"Wait," says Vic, understanding dawning. "I have to go in the water?"

[accalia]

"No, but a lot of water ends up in the boat anyway. Trust me you'd rather have those on than deal with wet pants the whole night." Figures the kid's never been out to sea before....

[yamikuronue]

Oh. Okay. Much better then. Vic shrugs. "Sure." Wet pants aren't too bad. Everything tended to get soaked on the motorboat they usually used. A little opportunistic fishing while they made the run was likely to be similar to this whole lobster thing right?

[accalia]

Tony prepares the boat as Vic figures out how hipwaders work. It's a small affair, and quite ripe with the smell of rotting fish.... In fact it seems particularly strong.... is that a box full of wire wrapped balls of rotting fish?! why is that on the boat?!