Tony the little | Carol
"Damn. Too bad." She smirked. "Unless you get a pool up there?" A girl could dream, even if she knew it was just going to stay a dream. Maybe. Knowing Tony, though, who really knew?
Carol figured she could live with that, nodding and toasting the idea with a raised cup to acknowledge she was good with it. "I get the final say, though. I mean, I'm definitely okay with new stuff, but Miles was trying to get me to play something uh...electric? I don't know. It wasn't a good fit with the bar. Maybe out here." She nodded to the dance floor and shrugged.
She laughed and nodded, glad Tony caught on so quickly. "Yeah. A plane. It's different than flying just...myself? Can't explain it. There's something about the feel of the engine and the adrenaline you get on the stick." Carol frowned. "I mean the airplane stick- you know what, nevermind." She finished her drink...well, she thought she had, staring back at the cup and shrugging. Leave it to Sirius.