Better things to do

"Food..." Gage talks to himself as he goes to take his shower. "Mmm... Chinese. Yes. I still have yet to try different things. It shall be... an adventure."

Showered and in a clean set of clothes, Gage amuses himself with some television for a little while, but winds up pacing, checking his watch and pacing a little more. It was way too boring when he was here alone.

Eventually though, he gets the call and goes outside to wait, pacing up and down the sidewalk, counting squares until Sapphire arrives. When she does, his smile goes from ear to ear and he gets in quickly so she doesn't have to turn off the engine.

"Chinese," he states, first thing. "But before that..." Leaning over, he gives her a soft kiss to the lips. "Okay... now Chinese. Twelve hours at the mill and I am famished!"


Leo laughs and shakes his head, going back to his car. "The day I beat you is the same day pigs will fly. But that doesn't mean I won't keep trying."

The morning goes quickly as the others filter in and the noise and motivation picks up. The guys give Leo a bit of a hard time about his appearance, but he shrugs it off, giving a brief explanation but not letting it grow into a full-blown conversation. Bantering with Miles leads to laughter, and though they were covered in grease and sweat, there was a satisfaction in the air for the work they were accomplishing.

Once lunchtime rolls around, the guys put their work on hold in order to go to the pizza box for their free hour. Leo, put into a silly mood by Miles, uses his wrench as a microphone and sings along with a rock song on the radio. Throwing in a couple dance moves, he spins around, then slides on his knees in front of Ryan, head thrown back as he sings at the top of his lungs. However, instead of the right lyrics, he winds up with his own words. "Baby it's pizza time, yeah! Quit your work and hustle on out, 'cause it's pizza time!"

Miles whistles and he and Ron clap, Jed and Axel laughing and clapping as well at the silly performance.


As expected, Chance remains silent upon Misty's presence. He doesn't fight her, but rubs his wrists gingerly where the cuffs had dug into him. As she cleans the cuts on his face, he flinches, cringing at the stinging pain.

He does finally speak, though his mouth is so sore that it's a bit mumbled. "Don't bother..." He swallows hard, his eyes closing. "It doesn't matter."

Reaching up, he stops Misty's hand. He deserved this pain. "You've got better things to do than easing Reese's conscience by patching me up."