OOM: William Evans Visits Miami

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael's on his way to the door, his polo shirt and jeans dusty from training with Duncan and a lasso out by the stables most of the morning and a pair of new work gloves hanging out of his pocket already showing signs of wear. He's got a lot on his mind, not the least of which is a small list of items he's on his way to retrieve before heading out to Ellen's world again to fight robots - because that's something that happens now that Milliways has become a considerable part of his life. Spy, cowboy, futuristic robot slayer... why the hell not. Sure beats posing as another millionaire playboy looking to score hot guns.

But then there's also the question of if he should go ahead and start working on the matter of finding this spy that's responsible for his burn notice before the guy finds him... assuming they don't already have a target on his back when he goes through the door.

It's those thoughts that make it so he doesn't even see William when he brushes past him; "Excuse me..." he mutters in a soft, distracted tone - not stopping his steady steps.

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[not_his_pa]

William's on his way back out, he's not looking forward to the rest of today as he's sure he'd going to end up in a fight or something.

When Michael goes by him, he says, "It's fine. Where are you headed?"

Maybe he can manage a quick conversation before Michael goes wherever he's on his way to.

[luvs_yogurt]

Hearing the familiar voice draws him out of his thoughts and elicits an unexpected automatic smile.

"Hey, William... I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon - you missed me working on my skills." He laughed under his breath, but holds out his sore hands - not nearly as red as they had been with the borrowed gloves but still clearly having had a work out. "I was actually just headed home for a little bit, picking up some things."

[not_his_pa]

"I'm always in and out of here if I've got doors. Found one today not far from the general store. You gettin' any better?"

Though he's not looking forward to going back through, Tom Hollander was nearby and seemed ready for a fight.

[luvs_yogurt]

He nods easily, familiar with the thought.

"Yeah, actually... not doing too bad. At this rate I might actually be able to not draw attention to myself when I try to do it in front of others."

Curious, he only lets the briefest moment pass before asking; "Hey, you in the mood for a trip? I'm not going long - I just need to run by the loft to pick up some things and meet with an associate of mine, but if you feel like it I'm sure I could show you a little bit of my world."

[not_his_pa]

"If it ain't too much trouble, that'd be nice. Will I stick out too much there?"

He knows he dresses differently enough that most people guess he's from a different time here and Michael always looks neat.

[luvs_yogurt]

He frowns slightly and sizes him up; "I've got some stuff at the loft that'll probably fit you well enough. It's still before opening at the Carlito so anyone that sees you'll probably be a junkie or a hooker and won't really care that you've sort of got a cowboy thing going on."

He means it with utmost respect, of course, but all the same he's pretty glad he usually goes through the door after hours.

[not_his_pa]

"Alright then, yeah," It will be nice to go someplace else and have it not be to fight things.

[luvs_yogurt]

"If you've got anything you need to grab, I'm on the way out the door now - I'll wait a little bit if you want."

Not that he means to rush, in all actuality he's not in that much of a hurry to get back, but Ellen needs a special weapon - and a special weapon he has.

[not_his_pa]

"No, don't need anythin'," Since he was in town, all he needs is on him.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael nods and guides him toward the door. "It'll be night time, probably really dark in the back room of the nightclub my door's in. Just... don't worry about anything, I'm sure it'll be a good deal different than what you're used to but I'll be right there."

He doesn't know why he feels the need to reassure the guy, logically he knows that it'll be a culture shock and that he's as prepared as anyone jumping that far into the future can be but Miami's a bit much for the locals sometimes. "Let me know if you have any questions or anything, this should be fun."

Fun in the sort of way that means he kind of hopes he doesn't end up getting shot at.

[not_his_pa]

"Just tell me where to go and I'll be fine,"

He puts his hands in his pockets and does his best to look set and grown up.

[luvs_yogurt]

It's a stance Michael's familiar with, but he pulls open the door anyway to reveal the dark back room stacked with boxes of bottles of liquor and a few spent kegs.

"Here goes..."

When it was Emma, he'd held her hand - trying to prepare her for the change of scenery. This time, he puts his hand on William's shoulder as they walk through the door - admittedly part of him still a bit terrified one of them would end up somewhere they're not supposed to be.

On the other side, he peers into the darkness and finds the glow of the neon lights outside the employee door leading outside. He'd picked the lock to get in as usual and it stood slightly ajar awaiting his return.

"I'm parked right outside. Follow me toward the lights."

[not_his_pa]

The room smells of liquor and the way its built looks a little like some of the places in Ellen's world but not really.

He follows the push of Michael's hand and nods as he searches for where they're headed.

[luvs_yogurt]

"This is a club where my friends and I sometimes hang out, the owner's a nice guy and it's easy to keep a low profile." He gives the rundown quietly, not only giving William a voice to follow as he pops open the door to the muggy Miami late spring and the dull neon glow under a half moon.

Digging his keys out of his pocket, he gestures toward the black Charger sitting only a few feet from the door. "This pretty lady is my horsepower."

[not_his_pa]

Its a different sort of heat than William's used to and he wipes his forehead as he heads to the car,

"Easy to miss if you ain't lookin' for it."

[luvs_yogurt]

He nods; "It's a little more obvious than a lot of cars I could drive, but it's personal." He knows he's told a little bit of the story, and doesn't really care to tell much more, but it's still true all the same.

"I'll take my chances driving something a little more visible when I know her like the back of my hand." A few strides ahead, he pops open the passenger door before rounding to the driver's side. "It'll probably take a little getting used to riding in it, but Emma seemed to like it pretty well."

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, I can see that. Don't change your saddle less you have to,"

The seat is different than he's used to but William manages to get himself in when he holds his hat.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael cranks down his window and nods toward him, both agreeing and indicating it'd be a good idea to do the same - as stuffy as it is outside, inside gets downright unbearable.

When he turns the key in the ignition, it lets out a loud roar of life - idling hard in the quiet of night. When he guns the gas, it practically growls to be set free on the road and he's all too happy to give in. After buckling his seatbelt, he throws the car in reverse and slowly backs her out onto the road - taking the residential neighborhood at the posted 40mph speed limit.

"You hungry?"

[not_his_pa]

He rolls down the window which is an odd thing to do and clutches the door as the car goes,

"Yeah."

[luvs_yogurt]

"Might want to put your seatbelt on..." He looks briefly toward the strap beside William's right shoulder and then down to the metal slot by his left thigh. "I know it's a bit awkward, but if I have to hit the brakes real fast it's worth it."

He looks back to the road and then grins a little more wildly; "And maybe I'll show you a riding tricks of my own."

[not_his_pa]

The seat belt takes some doing as its an odd contraption but he hears the click,

"I'd like that."

[luvs_yogurt]

It's about all the confirmation Michael needs, cutting loose is always a bit cathartic for him when it doesn't involve being chased or chasing someone. "Hold on to your hat, it's about ten miles to the nearest all night drive-thru... I'm thinking, four minutes. No cops."

He removes his shades, already pushing harder on the accelerator as he takes it up to forty-five and then fifty before gripping tightly at the wheel. With a hard shift into gear, he presses harder on the gas and forces the RPM into the red - blowing through three empty red lights before they top out the speedometer at 100mph. "Whahoo!" He cries, letting the speed drop just enough to take three lane right turn into wide alley he's familiar with.

[not_his_pa]

William clutches the side of the car as they're going faster than he expected and he can feel it.

Finally he breathes out in awe, "Shit."

[luvs_yogurt]

That's one word for it.

Cutting past two city blocks through the shortcut, Michael takes a left at break-neck speed and then hits another straight away - once more bottoming out the speed as he watches the dwindling fuel gauge. "Food and then gas." He mutters under his breath, turning the left into a full speed U-turn more for the reaction than because he blew through their turn a half mile after the alley.

[not_his_pa]

It's terrifying but fun and William's manages a laugh, its kind of breathless.