“Everything, I’m a determined little pup,” she insisted, arms folded across her chest as if that was supposed to make her lanky form and small stature intimidating to any degree. “I taught myself French as a kid, so I’ve got that down pat. And okay, even if I can’t learn complete languages, I’m young enough to learn key phrases! I’d ask all about food in Italian, and where to get the best liquor in Russia. Not that I plan to go to Russia anytime soon, but I always enjoy have a back-up plan. However, if you’d prefer to be called a dick in English, that can totally be arranged,” Emily chuckled, moving to light her own cigarette. “What about you? Specialized in any languages?”
“If you were so fluent you wouldn’t’ve had to go around calling strangers dicks for ‘practice’ now would you?” Casey pointed out before taking a drag. “I don’t think I’m going to do any traveling anytime soon. I’m pretty content with my routine. But yeah, I’d much rather be called a dick in English. Douchebag even, if you’re feeling it,” Casey laughed as he ashed his cigarette. “Nope, just English but I’m pretty fluent in bullshitting if that counts,” he joked as he brought the cigarette back to his lips with a playful smirk on his features.












