> Dave: Cut a deal.

[strideways]

[ For once, the video clicks on, instead of the poor network being flooded with obnoxious red text. Dave is lounging in a chair, behind a café table somewhere in Goldenrod, with a bubble tea in one hand. ]

Ladies. Strider needs a favour.

[ Why yes, he's talking to all of you. Or any of you, really. ]

I'm willing to offer a few hours of my time to the first pretty girl to lend me her Fly HM. Dinner, on me, anywhere in Goldenrod.

[ A beat. ]

Dinner on the table, actually. But I'll pay for it.

[ He flashes the briefest of grins, one eyebrow cocking up above his shades — ]

Clock's ticking.

[— and turns the feed off. ]

[private to rose]

so when i said ill pay for it i obviously didnt mean me
also
how do you feel about ghost hunting

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[ex_cashcow493]

Oh.

[ She almost sounds disappointed. Until the latter statement. ]

What sort of dinner were you thinking of? A feast? A banquet fit for kings?

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[striderescence.livejournal.com]

[ Someone's got expensive taste. Dave sounds a little amused. ]

Damn, girl, you're gonna break my bank. [ Or, you know, his sister's. ] First one's free, but after that, you're gonna have to make it worth my time.

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ More like a bottomless pit for a stomach. ]

Will I? Such things are not my intent. How would I go about gaining your interest then?