"That's not true, Tony. You're just starting to know me," Steve says, and it only sounds like a joke from the outside. They both know better.
"Tell you what, I'll let you pick the radio station next time we're in a position where that's an option." The truth is, aside from old wartime favorites, Steve's tastes in music are so eclectic they almost don't add up to anything consistent at all. He blames the changes to his brain, maybe his hearing. He can pick up details in lyrics and harmonies much better now. Almost everything sounds good, but he's unfortunately very prone to picking up earworms.
He does a quick calculation in his head. "Well, the cheapest bus lines ought to get us there for less than $20 each. We can get one-way tickets and worry about the way back later."
He's a little bemused by being handed the cash, but makes no protest, separating it into three different pockets. "Don't worry, Tony, we're gonna Ocean's Eleven this bitch."
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"Tell you what, I'll let you pick the radio station next time we're in a position where that's an option." The truth is, aside from old wartime favorites, Steve's tastes in music are so eclectic they almost don't add up to anything consistent at all. He blames the changes to his brain, maybe his hearing. He can pick up details in lyrics and harmonies much better now. Almost everything sounds good, but he's unfortunately very prone to picking up earworms.
He does a quick calculation in his head. "Well, the cheapest bus lines ought to get us there for less than $20 each. We can get one-way tickets and worry about the way back later."
He's a little bemused by being handed the cash, but makes no protest, separating it into three different pockets. "Don't worry, Tony, we're gonna Ocean's Eleven this bitch."