“I don’t know you anymore,” Tony says with an air of amusement. He’s not as full of energy as the younger man, not openly exuberant, but this beats focusing on something dreary for once. They’ve had a whole lot of that. Too much. Far too much. There will be time to further grieve but Tony is willing to let that all pass to return in force later if only to have a reprieve for a few moments. “You need better taste in music.”
Still, hearing something like Rhianna and Lady Gaga come out of Steve’s mouth is leaps and bounds better than depressing songs from the 40s that make him believe that the blond is going to pitch himself into the bay.
They stop at an exterior ATM to withdraw money, though using cash pains Tony so much, and he withdraws the maximum limit the machine allows, much to his annoyance. “Four hundred isn’t going to get us too far and if I hit up multiple ATMs, that’s going to flag someone.” He just can’t risk going into a bank—
And he’d have no idea how to even get money out of his account anyway.
Trying to watch his spending is difficult now. He has no idea how much of a nightmare world it might be once they pulled off this caper and used up the money he was sure that they’d win. Even when he was pretending to be dead and living in a workshop shed, he’d been less than frugal with his spending habits.
“Pizza. Bus tickets…that’s not leaving us a lot left over so I hope you’re in the mood to make everyone in a casino decide that they need to lose today.” He hands the wad of cash to Steve and slips his wallet back into his pants. Money is filthy. He’s not handling it more than he has to.
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Date: 2018-07-26 02:26 pm (UTC)Still, hearing something like Rhianna and Lady Gaga come out of Steve’s mouth is leaps and bounds better than depressing songs from the 40s that make him believe that the blond is going to pitch himself into the bay.
They stop at an exterior ATM to withdraw money, though using cash pains Tony so much, and he withdraws the maximum limit the machine allows, much to his annoyance. “Four hundred isn’t going to get us too far and if I hit up multiple ATMs, that’s going to flag someone.” He just can’t risk going into a bank—
And he’d have no idea how to even get money out of his account anyway.
Trying to watch his spending is difficult now. He has no idea how much of a nightmare world it might be once they pulled off this caper and used up the money he was sure that they’d win. Even when he was pretending to be dead and living in a workshop shed, he’d been less than frugal with his spending habits.
“Pizza. Bus tickets…that’s not leaving us a lot left over so I hope you’re in the mood to make everyone in a casino decide that they need to lose today.” He hands the wad of cash to Steve and slips his wallet back into his pants. Money is filthy. He’s not handling it more than he has to.