There's no reason to complain about the uniform. I'm sure even you appreciate its aesthetics. [A hard drawl on that first syllable, making more an assthetics sound.] But really, Mr. Bradbury, you're rushing. Rush, rush, rush. Take a moment to enjoy the discourse you're presently elevated with.
[Patronizing ego-stroking, or blatant attempts to divert Rick from the festivities?
But then:]
I want you to inform me if anyone gives her trouble.
[ The roll of his eyes is all but audible from the other end, but before he can snap back, the last bit captures Bradbury's attention and interest quite effectively.
Huh. He can't help the creep of wryness: ]
Looking out for you's supposed to be her job. You know that, right?
I'll fix it. As I always do. [His tone is resolute, unerring.] But I'd have to be informed of the matter, first. Hence why I'm making inquiries, with you.
Who do you think dragged me out on a Sunday? [ Screw not drinking on the job, it's Memorial Day weekend. In any case, Eddie said no more rhetorical questions, so... ]
I can see him, if that counts as bein' with him. The usual.
[ a.k.a. Mitch is hobnobbing like the social gadfly he is while Bradbury keeps an eye out for trouble. ]
Hardly. Your assumption plays into your incredulous statement -- yes, I'm working on a Sunday, because I'm still suffering the punitive efforts of our esteemed mayor.
[ He makes a vague noise that. While he obviously didn't get the chance to confront Eddie about it -- dying and gettin dumped into another world shifts your priorities around by a fair bit -- he'd at the very least assumed he was responsible.
He'd be madder if he wasn't busy feeling oddly mollified that Mitch actually did something about it. ]
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[Patronizing ego-stroking, or blatant attempts to divert Rick from the festivities?
But then:]
I want you to inform me if anyone gives her trouble.
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Huh. He can't help the creep of wryness: ]
Looking out for you's supposed to be her job. You know that, right?
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If I hear anything that's outta my jurisdiction, I'll let you know. Fair enough?
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[An for an abrupt shift.]
Do you like her?
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Wouldn't have recommended her to be your bodyguard if I didn't.
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I can't believe I have to clarify.
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Was married. And she's seeing someone else.
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Skeptical.
Vaguely agonized.
Beat.]
Yes. She is.
[The things he does for Lillian.]
But that doesn't preclude your admiration for her physical form.
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Hadn't really thought about it.
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[An unnecessary degree of dryness follows.]
I'm so entirely shocked.
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Yeah, like I'm shocked you're actually talking to me.
Didn't have anything better to do with your weekend?
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[ He doesn't think even she knows the answer to that, truthfully. ]
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Are you eating anything? At your party that I wasn't invited to? You seem like a sausage sort of fellow.
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I was drinkin' a beer.
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I can see him, if that counts as bein' with him. The usual.
[ a.k.a. Mitch is hobnobbing like the social gadfly he is while Bradbury keeps an eye out for trouble. ]
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[ Wow, now he wonders who's the bad influence on who. ]
At least it's less likely to get you arrested.
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Valentine's Day was literally months ago.
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He'd be madder if he wasn't busy feeling oddly mollified that Mitch actually did something about it. ]
Did he say how long you had to work it off?
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I'm still getting paid. Overtime.
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