Did people actually say 'cherry' any more? Diana collected slang like boys in the 1950s collected baseball cards and grannies in the 1990s collected thimbles. It was fun and exciting and it kept her feeling young. The problem was she had a hard time letting go.
She shook her head. "Sorry about the smashing part, though. That always sucks. I once totalled my 1970 Plymouth Road Runner Superbird. I miss that car!"
It probably wouldn't stop her from using it, but noted.
"Well, guess you're gonna be handy to have around, if some of the passengers have their way." She sighed. "I keep hearing all this talk about rushing the bridge and trying to take control. I've seen Titanic. I don't want this story to end that way."
"Cute and has a brain," she said, giving him a little smile. "I like."
This really wasn't the time or place to flirt. She knew it. She just couldn't help it. It was like breathing, a reflex that kept her anchored to being...you know...human.
Sighing, she shook her head. "Yeah, I mean, storming the bridge sounds romantic and heroic, but I'm not sure any of us can steer so...I'd rather have solid land beneath my feet before doing anything dramatic."
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Did people actually say 'cherry' any more? Diana collected slang like boys in the 1950s collected baseball cards and grannies in the 1990s collected thimbles. It was fun and exciting and it kept her feeling young. The problem was she had a hard time letting go.
She shook her head. "Sorry about the smashing part, though. That always sucks. I once totalled my 1970 Plymouth Road Runner Superbird. I miss that car!"
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"It did suck. But she's as good as new, now. I've been working on her most of my life...I pretty much rebuilt her, ground up."
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It probably wouldn't stop her from using it, but noted.
"Well, guess you're gonna be handy to have around, if some of the passengers have their way." She sighed. "I keep hearing all this talk about rushing the bridge and trying to take control. I've seen Titanic. I don't want this story to end that way."
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"Yeah, heard some chatter about storming the bridge, too. As much as I want answers and yeah, I'm pissed, that seems kinda rash."
Like, kinda stupid too. What're peopel gonna do, barge in guns blazing and kill the only one who probably knows how to steer the damn thing?
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This really wasn't the time or place to flirt. She knew it. She just couldn't help it. It was like breathing, a reflex that kept her anchored to being...you know...human.
Sighing, she shook her head. "Yeah, I mean, storming the bridge sounds romantic and heroic, but I'm not sure any of us can steer so...I'd rather have solid land beneath my feet before doing anything dramatic."
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"Yeah. Same. I'd rather not bum rush out at sea then just...float until we all die."
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She tossed it back like a shot.