2021-01-03 - Shoonterview

There's a time setup for the 'interview' which is really just Easton taking Tor shooting for his interview with a loose plan for Vic to meet them. Easton has the Jeep parked at the trail head with a suspiciously small backpack on. Maybe he's only on planning on shooting handguns tonight? He's dressed in camo pants and a bright blue tee-shirt with some fitness company's logo on it. He's currently on his phone texting back and forth with Bennie.

Tor has an old messenger bag that's beat up and covered in random patches. He's wearing a bright orange parka, which may be because they're in the woods, may be because it's stylish, or may be because it's the only jacket he owns for the cold. Hard to say. "You realize this is dodgy as fuck right, man?"

Easton has an appropriate black down jacket which swishes as he waves at Tor. "You think this is dodgy? Going up into the woods with guns for a job interview.." He shrugs and says, "Eh, maybe once we start drinking then I'd say dodgy. Right now it's questionable." He doesn't wait for any confirmation on that before he starts up the trail. His pace is really good for a guy with a fake leg, but still not what he would like it to be. He doesn't wait, but does call back "What's the difference between an ale and lager?"

"What, so there's a pop quiz too?" Tor sniffs once. "I did say I wanna work at a bar because I don't know a lot about beer, right?" He trudges behind Easton, boots with poor treads slipping a bit in the snow. "Lager's fizzy, right?"

The rumble of Vic's truck can be heard back where Easton parked his Jeep. She's just a little late, she dropped by Seth's to canoodle a bit before heading out and lost track of time. The enforcer...er...bartender gets out of the Dodge Ram dressed in olive drab BDUs and matching army surplus jacket, boots, and a black turtleneck sweater for warmth. She also has a suspiciously light looking duffel bag as she heads up the trail, her hair in a tight bun that nevertheless manages to look messy as strands try to escape it.

"Yeah but that was like a week ago. What have you done since then?" Oh. Easton's that kind of guy. "Yeah close enough, it's about the different yeast and the brewing temp. You should look into that if you want to start making beer." He's currently making his way up the trail to a clearing, mercilessly making Tor keep pace with him on a little hike. He can sense the truck pulling up and calls back, "If Vic gets there before you, you're not getting the job." Someone's feeling a little more Marine-like than usual.

"I've started. I got a bunch of books from the library and shit. And my cousin's the brewmaster-type." Tor's no slouch when it comes to movement, so he's doing okay with keeping up. Though, he is definitely a townie, because his boots weren't meant for snowy trails. "Pretty sure this is breakin' a couple labour laws." Not that he's overly fussed. He does look back over his shoulder to see if Vic is nearby. "Did you make that Raven guy do all this?"

Fortunately for Tor, Vic wasn't military, she was a cop, so she doesn't move at the burning pace Easton does. Instead, she checks every few moments for anyone following them, any dangers, paths of escape if needed. This street war has worn down her every nerve at this point, with being ever-vigilant. Vic is a bit behind them, but it's like her cold blue gaze can be felt, even if it can't be seen.

"Wait till we get to the boxing round if you want to talk about breaking labor laws." Easton calls back with no smile. "Ravyn had the good sense to get a job when I was dead. I'm pretty sure Bennie was just excited he was willing to clean toilets. Which, fair enough." Easton sees the clearing up ahead and he glances back to see if Vic's going to double-time past them. But before she can be seen, they're there and Easton slings the pack off his back.

"You do realize this is a lot of hoops for a job that pays shit, right?" Tor is sort of complaining? But he also seems kind of amused. He glances over his shoulder towards Vic, and he lifts a poor excuse at a salute towards her. "So what're we shootin'? Cans?"

Tor only makes it a few paces ahead of Vic, who adds, "It's not a lot of fuss for making sure you are prepared to work in a bar that has been shot up by fucking ghosts, invaded by gremlins, and all sorts of other shit on a regular basis." Her voice chimes cheerfully as she sets her bag down on the ground with a grin.

Turning his face up at Tor, Easton frowns, "Do you have any fucking idea how many times people have nearly died in my fucking ba-." Easton doesn't apparently have his normal sense of humor in place. He does however smirk as Vic takes up the exact same refrain from him. He points at her and says, "Yeah. That." He pulls out of the backpack in order, a six pack of local beer, a shotgun, a glock m19 and full on target practice shooting dummy targets. He cracks a beer and walks off to setup the targets on trees, some in direct line of sight, and others not so much. "Also it goes without saying but if you have sloppy trigger discipline or point a loaded gun anywhere near either of us, you're out." Having a gun nut for a boss is fun!

"Listen, I fucking grew up in this town. In a crime family. And I'm a fucking Baxter, apparently. So. If that's not enough of a resume, sure, I'll show you that I can hold a gun too." Tor spins his messenger bag around and pulls out a Smith and Wesson 9MM. It's seen some miles, but looks well cared-for. And more importantly than that, it looks at-ease in his hands. He checks it like a pro. And yes, he has proper trigger discipline.

Vic draws out a heavily modded, highly illegal AR-15 300 Blackout complete with suppressor. There's also a Glock G21 she shoves into her waistband. Clearly Easton's employee is also a gun nut. How did that all fit in that light looking bag? "That's why you're even being considered for the job," she notes to Tor, sending a secretive wink at the boss.

Easton looks back at Tor with a very unimpressed look at his resume and asks, "Have you ever actually shot anyone Tor? In real life or a Dream?" He may have some preconceived notions about Tor, and apparently that includes not having done more than plink cans. He comes back and says, "Six shots, go for three targets, let's see it." He then leans over to whisper something to Vic.

"Yeah. I have," says Tor. There's gravity to that, along with a lack of detail. He also doesn't look nervous. He levels his weapon at the can. His form is good. Not perfect, but clearly practiced. Not someone who carries on the regular and keeps his skills sharp, but someone who can handle his weapon when the situation calls for it. He checks his breathing, his sight line, flips off the safety and fires.

As Easton whispers at her, she snorts, but nods. When Tor begins firing on the targets, when he turns to the third, she lifts up her shirt and flashes him her lacy racy bra. Easton is a dick. Vic is amused.

Easton is more distracted by Vic's flashing than Tor apparently as it takes him a moment to catch on to the fact that Tor didn't even blink. "Damn." He looks at Vic and says with a shrug, "Alright, that about it does it for my questions." He doesn't comment on the fact that Tor shot someone but it is duly noted for future reference.

Tor lowers the weapon and clicks the safety on. Only after he's got his weapon lowered does he say to Vic, "Nice bra. But if you wanna pull focus, it's bare tits or GTFO." He flashes a shit-eating grin. "I've been delivering pizzas in this town since I was sixteen. You wouldn't believe the shit I've rolled up on."

"Yeah pretty sure if he can ignore the distraction of my rack in a crisis, he's good to be hired," Vic quips. She lowers her sweater again in amusement. "Course he may also have to shoot with you pantsless, Three Apples. You have a habit of turning up without pants."

Easton picks up his gun and pops off a few rounds just for the fun of it. He calls back, "Yeah well, I'm pretty sure if he can ignore those he can ignore my dick swinging about." He pops a couple targets before dropping the gun and safetying it to pick up his beer again, "And that was only once.. in the bar." Other places maybe.

"Feel free to whip it out if you wanna test me," says Tor, the shit-eating grin reappearing after a two second absence. "Dicks are more distracting than tits in an everyday environment, let's be honest." He looks down at his firearm, then over at the targets. "If you want me to keep my eye sharp for this job, I can do that. No one's gonna blink if I shoot at cans behind my trailer."

Vic pats her AR-15. "Sorry Betsy, it's a pistols kind of night," she says soothingly to the weapon. Then she takes out her Glock and fires at the targets without a moment of hesitation. Holes appear in vital areas before she safeties the weapon again. "Practice is never a bad thing, especially in this town."

"I am not whipping anything out while she's armed." Easton indicates Vic with a nod of his head. He looks over at the AR and says, "I'll show you mine if I can shoot yours?" That's not actually how that goes but it's close enough. He looks to Tor and says, "Honestly, get people through the fucked up Dreams that happen is all I ask. More mundane troubles, shouldn't be an issue.." Shouldn't.

"Look, I know I'm not an old sage or somethin'. I'm not an ex soldier or a cop or an enforcer. But I've been living with this weird shit my whole life. And my whole fucking family are criminals." And this is Tor angling for the job? "It takes a fuckin' lot to phase me. I've lost track of how many Dreams I've been pulled into."

Vic chuckles and nods Easton over to Betsy. "Go ahead, I mean I let De la Vega shoot her. She's a total whore. Thankfully I'm not the jealous type." She grins at Tor. "Relax kid, pretty sure you got the job the moment you agreed to come out here to shoot."

Easton looks at Tor with a serious glare, "Right. But I'm saying, I need you to get the customers and normal staffers through it. I know you can get through it, but I'm telling you, I feel responsible for those people. I want you to." He puts his glock in the waist band and picks up Betty mock scolding her, "You dirty slut." He checks all the modifications with knowing eye and a grin as he finds each expected one. His own heavily modded AR isn't out yet but it's got very similar modifications (bump stock, etc.)

"What the hell you gonna shoot with that anyway?" asks Tor as he motions to the AR. But then Easton is going on about protecting people, and he looks a little unsure. But, he nods just the same.

Vic arches a brow at Tor. "I can think of a few things." Like Reyes, Reyes' guys, Veil assholes...uh. She watches Easton whisper sweet nothings to her rifle and grins, opening a beer and sitting on a log to drink it. "You can still heal people up a bit too, right?" she asks the pizza boy.

Looking down at the rifle and then up at Tor in confusion he answers, "Things that need shooting." As if that weren't blatantly obvious. He doesn't press the whole 'protecting people' bit but it's come up enough at the bar with patrons and Dreams or Gohl or whatever that it does weigh on him now. He only uses Betsy for a few bursts, but his movements are sharp and well practiced. There's a crispness to every single movement of his body with the gun where it looks effortless but very precise. He drops the muzzle and smiles back at Vic, "She's very, very nice though."

"Yeah," says Tor to Vic. "But I charge for that shit because it puts me at risk. And so people don't come running to me every time they stub their toe." Which is smart, really. Healing brings the attention of Them, and it's something people can easily get used to taking advantage of. The financial part is just a bonus. He stays back when Easton fires the rifle. He's not enamored with it in the way someone into guns might be. On the contrary, he looks a little wary.

"That she is," Vic quips back to Easton. She sips her beer and looks up at the sky. "One thing about Gray Harbor, out here you can see the stars, unlike back in Portland. It's peaceful, as long as you don't think too hard about what might be lurking outside your range of vision." She nods to Tor. "Good, I'll keep you on speed dial just in case."

Putting the gun back down, Easton cracks open another beer and extends his hand to Tor, "Well, welcome to the staff. The pay does suck but the tips are decent.. in the summer." Which is a while away. He isn't in a rush to get back down the mountain though, and he plans to finish that beer and at least a box of ammo before the night is done, regardless of what the other two have in mind.