Okay. I'll take a look, but in that case I agree with you -- you should probably set up in the city for his party. We've got some friends with a club that might work? Jesus is on the bar one night a week but they've got a rooftop for private parties that'd probably be a different enough space.
Especially since you should toss Hakkyuu and Stephen on that list, and that officially rules out like a half dozen venues because nobody wants to feel like they're at work at a birthday party.
She sends him a pin. It does, technically, have an address but there are no streets to it, no roads. It's a hike outside the city, and they'd never get any appreciable supplies out here without a replicant helping them, but it's there: nestled into the bowl between two hills, pretty much invisible until someone is right on top of one crest or the other.
But Rosita is sitting on one of the roof supports in a tanktop and cargo pants and a military-style cap, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, working on hammering frames into place. She's comfortable up there, confident in her work, but it also means he's almost to the property line before she'll look up and see him, and take a few long moments to recognize him and wave.
It's actually in better shape than Drake expected to find the place, based off what Jesus had told him and his own expectations of an abandoned property out in the woods somewhere like Duplicity. Hopefully the bones of it are structurally sound, but Drake has seen worse and started from less. From nothing, actually.
Rosita gets a wave back as he approaches, coming to stand beneath where she's working and shielding his eyes to grin up at her.
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Especially since you should toss Hakkyuu and Stephen on that list, and that officially rules out like a half dozen venues because nobody wants to feel like they're at work at a birthday party.
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Is it the poetry place? The coffee house?
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Probably not? I meant the open mic. So maybe sometimes there's poetry, but it's not a coffee house.
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Anyway, yeah. When's a good time for you to get eyes on the plumbing?
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I'll send you the location.
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It needs some work.
But Rosita is sitting on one of the roof supports in a tanktop and cargo pants and a military-style cap, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, working on hammering frames into place. She's comfortable up there, confident in her work, but it also means he's almost to the property line before she'll look up and see him, and take a few long moments to recognize him and wave.
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Rosita gets a wave back as he approaches, coming to stand beneath where she's working and shielding his eyes to grin up at her.
"Hey. Want a hand up there first?"