After hours... - Gilded Cage

He laughed. "Anything ya want ta wear. I usually go pretty casual. An' whichever one is easiest for ya is fine with me."

"Well you know where it is, if you wouldn't mind a pick up would be nice, but you don't have to."

He smirked. "How ya gonna learn ta drive if ya don't drive? I'll pick ya up, give ya directions ta get there."

"Good!" with a gleeful smile at him. "Anything you'd like right now and dont' have?"

"A pet tiger."

"a white one or orange one?" curiously asked.

He kept hammering. "Regular ole bengal."

"you want to train it from a cub or a full sized one right now?" watching him still work.

He shrugged. "Don't matter. Have more time with it if it's a cub, though."

She nods at him "Are they illegal to purchase?" curious as to why he doesn't have one.

He shook his head. "Naw, not illegal. But ya gotta be a breeder, have all sortsa room an' such for 'em, or be a performer. I ain't any of those, an' ain't got around ta settin' it up so I can get a breeder's license. I move 'round too much."

Greer nods, still watching him work, and says "Sounds rather complicated."

He nodded. "It really is."

"That may take a bit...." with a soft laugh. "You've got a nice rear by the way."

He wiggled it at her. "Thank ya."

A rich melodic laughter sounds from behind him, and eyes are obviously watching him intently like he was going to fade away and then says "Ever have a dream that was so real you were surprised to wake up again?"

His answer was very quiet. "Yeah. Several."

"That was my weekend.... I think all of it....." shivers and takes a deep calming breath.

He looked over at her. "Whaddya mean?"

She looks at him "I slept through a whole night...maybe nights...." with a shrug "It was just a bad bad dream...." looking off with a soft comforting humming.

He frowned. "We ain't supposed ta do that darlin. Ya sure somethin' didn't happen ta ya?"

She looks at him "Yes, it was just a deep dream, terrifying and I couldn't get up..."

He frowned. "Ya got an alarm clock?"

She looks at him "No I don't." she says evenly "You are not helping me feel better...."

He shook his head. "Worried 'bout ya. If ya want, I can have one of my boys sleep over when I can't."