[ It comes out very sharply, possibly sharper than intended. He falters for a second after that, like he caught his own slip, but then he's barreling onward with the same blasé bravado as earlier. ]
Biggest tech company in the world, and pretty much the only name in clean energy.
[There's something about the sharpness of the response, the quickness, and the half-second of pause while he re-gathers himself — like the briefest glimpse into an abyss. It's gone in a second, though, and she doesn't chase it. Rather than rebuked, there's a twinge of kinship at the near-flawless cover.]
Tech and energy? Do you ever find time to sleep?
[It's only half a joke — who keeps a healthy work/life balance? Nobody successful.]
Ha! Not unless you've got a better concept for FTL engines than Helium-3 fusion torches. [She shrugs her shoulders, then quirks an eyebrow at Tony in mock-slyness.] Do you? Asking for a friend.
[She scoffs, but it's good-humored, filing the cocksure inventive science away with the rest of his quirks.]
No rush — we've got all the way to the next working Ingress. As for Captain, no. Never got the promotion. Just 'Commander' Shepard, and it's the SSV Normandy.
Nice. [She nods appreciatively — business strategy even in a storm. Tony could probably sell popsicles on Noveria.] But I was thinking a rainbow of the most expensive shots we can afford until one or both of us gives.
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[ It comes out very sharply, possibly sharper than intended. He falters for a second after that, like he caught his own slip, but then he's barreling onward with the same blasé bravado as earlier. ]
Biggest tech company in the world, and pretty much the only name in clean energy.
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Tech and energy? Do you ever find time to sleep?
[It's only half a joke — who keeps a healthy work/life balance? Nobody successful.]
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Please. Do I look like a man who sleeps?
[ This might be a rhetorical question. ]
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You've got me curious about your clean energy, though. Buy you another drink if you'll tell me about it.
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Why? Looking for trade secrets to take back to some alien colony or fuel-inefficient space vessel?
[ If she's comparing things to an 'Earth' day, it's the only assumption he can make. ]
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[ It's braggy, but he's not even lying. ]
So that pretty much confirms that you're, what? Captain Janeway of the USS Somethingorother?
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No rush — we've got all the way to the next working Ingress. As for Captain, no. Never got the promotion. Just 'Commander' Shepard, and it's the SSV Normandy.
[beat;]
Who's Janeway?
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[ WHAT AN ASS. ]
But she's fictional - as far as I know - so I wouldn't worry about the competition too much.
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So — a Commander and a CEO, each with unlimited expense accounts, walk into a bar. What's our punchline?
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I mean, that'd be my ideal punchline.
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Game?
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I like the cut of your jib, commander. Sounds like a party.