Oh, just a friendly business thing. We had a tiny bit of a rivalry back in the day, if you can believe it. Vying over who Pops would give the last affection meatball to for our ego spaghetti.
Uh-huh. I don't know that I believe that any business of yours is exactly 'friendly' - [He has read your file, Rome.] - But I'll keep it in mind.
[He empties his cup.]
Hey, since Willa's here.. Will you do me a favor and keep an eye on her? Or more specifically, on the folks keepin' an eye on her? I know I'll have a few folks to ask to keep her safe but you've got the kinda eyes that can see shifty motherfuckers in shadows, smell the grease of 'em as they come around, that kinda thing.
[ Oh, wow. Raylan's asking him about something pretty damn important. Roman doesn't interrupt--doesn't really want to comment on it because it'll ruin things--but his brows raise and he does allow himself an incredibly large grin. ] Hmmmm... [ They both know it's a yes, but Roman draws it out for a fraction of a second just to savour things. Is it possible to taste a compliment on the tongue? ]
I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, and flattery will get you everywhere, so yeah. Happy to. Gives me something to actually fucking to.
[ And he is good at sniffing people out. He's busted, like, what, three unionizing efforts? ]
Someone's got to make sure she's using the network appropriately and for its intended use. And Raylan-- [ he claps a hand on the other's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. ] --You're like a brother to me, but let's be honest with ourselves, you have a blackberry.
[Raylan smirks and rolls his eyes a little at the 'flattery will get you everywhere'. He's glad Roman is pleased though.
His eyebrows lift a little at the hand clasped on his shoulder, not sure what to expect - and promptly laughs at the dig and its implication.]
Thank god, cause IT Carl ain't here to explain it to her. But my blackberry does everything a phone needs to. It can connect to the internet, you know. I'm not lettin' it go until they make me; it's more solid than a Nokia.
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[ Roman's smile is perfectly innocent. ]
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[He empties his cup.]
Hey, since Willa's here.. Will you do me a favor and keep an eye on her? Or more specifically, on the folks keepin' an eye on her? I know I'll have a few folks to ask to keep her safe but you've got the kinda eyes that can see shifty motherfuckers in shadows, smell the grease of 'em as they come around, that kinda thing.
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I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, and flattery will get you everywhere, so yeah. Happy to. Gives me something to actually fucking to.
[ And he is good at sniffing people out. He's busted, like, what, three unionizing efforts? ]
Someone's got to make sure she's using the network appropriately and for its intended use. And Raylan-- [ he claps a hand on the other's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. ] --You're like a brother to me, but let's be honest with ourselves, you have a blackberry.
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His eyebrows lift a little at the hand clasped on his shoulder, not sure what to expect - and promptly laughs at the dig and its implication.]
Thank god, cause IT Carl ain't here to explain it to her. But my blackberry does everything a phone needs to. It can connect to the internet, you know. I'm not lettin' it go until they make me; it's more solid than a Nokia.
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I've got it. [ A gentle assurance hot off the heals of his teasing. ] Don't worry.
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Uhhuh. Thanks, Rome. Now finish your drink and tell me if you want another one.