Taking Chances Page #3

You work at Long John Silver's?

Uh, oh, no.

No. I work at

the Battlefield Museum.

I'm, uh...

I'm the manager there.

Slash,

you know, senior curator.

- Oh.

- Uh, what about you? What... What's your...

"ocupado"?

Oh, just freelance.

- Freelance what?

- Just freelance.

No, but, like, freelance...

Just freelance.

Just freelance.

Good old freelance.

That's cool.

I like your bike.

Oh. Yeah. L... I let my

dad borrow my car today.

I usually travel

on four wheels.

This is my dad's.

Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm. Maybe they

could carpool. -

- Right? It'd be environmental.

- That's all the rage these days.

Very green.

Did you, uh,

lose the keys, or you...

No.

No, because...

Did you try the other door?

Were you watching me?

No.

No, I was... I...

I was comin'... No.

I was just drivin'

down the hill. L...

All right. I mean, I

saw you for a while.

Yeah, just try that.

Maybe sometimes... Ah.

There you go.

You're clever.

Thanks.

Can you double me on that?

Um,

it's not technically a bike

built for two.

It's built for one.

Seat's a little warm.

That's all right.

Okay.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Go. Go.

What?

Keep goin'.

Keep goin'.

Okay.

Okay. You okay?

Yeah.

Whoo!

Say, do you, uh,

want to have a beer?

Yes.

My dad slinked off

with this woman last year.

We were living in Sulfur Falls.

He just disappeared

in the middle of the night.

Just like that.

Nobody's seen him since.

I decided to move here.

You know, fresh start.

Yeah. And then, bam,

I spot his car here.

So, naturally,

you had to blow it up.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

That was just so he knows...

I know he's around,

somewhere.

That was my message

to him tonight.

Loud and clear.

Mm-hmm.

He's got something of

mine. I want it back. What?

A necklace.

Is it made out of, like,

the bones of Jesus?

Jesus.

It was my great-grandmother's, then

my grandmother's, then my mother's.

Now it's supposed to be mine.

So, do...

So, do you miss him?

That's personal.

I'm sorry. L...

That's... I shouldn't have.

No.

I don't.

Yeah, I do.

My mom died, like,

four years ago now.

- Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

- Can I call you?

Sure. You can call me,

but...

if I don't answer, you

won't take that personally.

Chances are

I probably would.

An honest man.

I mean, the head of the Chamber of Commerce

canceling a meeting like that at the last second.

It's not cool. I know he's your

dad and all, but it's not cool.

Nice.

So, uh, who's this girl?

Lucy something.

That's all I know.

Lucy?

Yeah.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

Wait. Kind of weird

but kind of hot?

Implications of something

dirty and awesome goin' on?

Yeah. You know her?

Dude, Lucy Spanks.

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