FIN [PRP] What's the hurry? (Somehow Jerome and Mau)

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome knew they had other bases in other regions, from his understanding they weren't as large as the HQ in Kodo, though he wouldn't even know how to begin comparing them, seeing as he's never left the island.
"Been around with em for a while?" Jerome asked. He sounded like the kind of Agent they kept busy.

Shaking his head "Naw, we're usually out." Jerome confirmed, "usually on t'road really."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome's head bobbed lightly in understanding, "S'a long time." He admitted,
From the looks of the man's age, it certainly wasn't a lifetime for the other Rocket, but it was still quite a long time to be in this life... then again any amount of time in this life had come to the point where it felt like too long the the ex-gangster.
"How old r'ya?"

At being mentioned, Bro glanced up, his already empty beer bottle still being held over his head, upside down as if to try and get the last drop of liquid out.
upon glancing at the ghost, Jerome just gave a grin, and returned his attention back onto Mau
"S'cool" he muttered, reaching his beer up to offer it to the Gengar, who upon noticing it, beamed delightedly and grabbed it from the gangster.
"Yeah, S'go."

Bro threw a grateful arm around Jerome's shoulders as the man stood up, tilting the bottle up into his mouth.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome gave a shrug as he stood, waiting for the other man before making his way with him toward the exit of the building. "D'kno man, Think ya could be 34, Just depends what s**t ya been through yea?"

The agent pulled out the keys to the car, unlocking the doors so that Mau could get into the passenger side. While Bro- having little regard for much chucked the bottle he had been carrying as far as he could into the parking lot, grinning at the shattering of glass before he zipped through the vehicle doors and into the back seat.

Jerome let a snort of a laugh at Mau's assessment of him, though bobbed his head in reply. "S'one way t'put it."
Jerome knew he wore the weight of his life on his features, there was a certain weariness to his eyes, despite a very calm and relaxed demeanor.
"Jus' hit 31." Jerome said, giving a thoughtful look for a moment as a hand reached up to brush over the shaved side of his head, it still felt so odd to him saying that.
Glancing over at Mau as he started the vehicle.
"what? ya feel ol'?" He chuckled.  

[Blood_Goddess]

"N's**t." Jerome said, pulling out of the parking spot, pausing to cast a quick glance at Mau when the man told him that he was his age when he joined Team Rocket.
It surprised Jerome, to be honest, someone Mau's age just getting into a criminal organization, everyone Jerome's known so far as much younger when they joined.
"What ya join up with em for?" He asked curiously "Get n't some s**t?"

Jerome let out a light snort in amusement "D'no man, F'ya count that Galactic Boss a Scientist, we're still doin' it."  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Hn-" Jerome grunted thickly, "woulda made th'same call."
Jail wasn't something that would ever be an option for Jerome, and he could imagine anyone else would choose it either. "30 years man? What ya rob a bank r'somethin'?"

It wasn't hard to miss the mild silence that followed the mention of Team Galactic, and a brief glance toward the older man told Jerome that Mau had some pretty strong feelings about their rival team.
It wasn't surprising of course, Jerome knew a lot of Rockets who felt the same way, or worse even.
Jerome's expression grew a little more distant, as he stared at the road ahead, allowing one hand to fall off the wheel and into his lap.
"Long term now too," He added  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome grunted again, a little surprised to hear murder come up, an eyebrow arching as he glanced over to the man once again, he didn't seem the kind to commit murder, but then again, Jerome didn't know anything about this man.
Either way, Jerome didn't seem to be alarmed by the idea, or scared. Just a bob of his head "Man, y'kinda lucky ya woulda only got 30 years f'that."

A moment of confused silence passed, his brow furrowing lightly as he tried to make out that last thing that Mau had said. "... What?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Life time with Team Rocket sounds better than any time n'prison though."
There wasn't any denying that, though for Jerome jail could be as much as a death sentence than anything, depending on what prison he went to. Not with the associations he had grown up with.

The gangster let out a snort of amusement when Mau translated the insult. It sounded familiar, though the older man couldn't help but think of how many times he had been called low life street trash, and even more just how true it rang to him.
"m'ganna guess yer pretty happy t'hear bout Galactics bein' over with."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome shrugged his shoulder lightly, in an honest response to Mau's question, "Ain't thought bout' that m'self." He admitted "Figure w'all jus' gonna die b'fo too long. Ain't sure wot I would do w'th m'self f'I lived that long."