> 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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[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

Oh you have your days, Strider. Cold is certainly an adjective I could apply to you.

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[striderescence.livejournal.com]

[ Eyerolling behind those shades. ]

Must run in the family, then.