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"Oh, yeah! Absolutely! I miss having a CD player- I had one a friend gave me a couple years back for the holidays, but um. Well, the place has been destroyed quite a few times. Keeping my guitar safe was always the higher priority," His fingers were drumming on the table cloth like a nervous mini keyboard as his glass was filled in, a hand raised to try to stop the waiter from filling his glass, but his hesitation made it too late. "I think without music, I'd go a little batty ahahaha..."

Well... well, what the hell, it was a holiday, right?

Jerry gave a sigh, closing his eyes as he recalled everything she described. Occasionally there were hunters with headphones, but they took bribes or connections to the Life Labs Jerry was wary to look into. Here, in teh real world, he could hear the soft background music of the restaurant, and he wondered idly if around the corner there was a live pianist or not. Out in the street it had been a a potpourri of sound, from the explosive beats from one store to the enticing jovial new music from the radio that he was unfamiliar with but dying to hear more... the world continued turning around them, but Deus stayed still, trapped hurting and suffering on behalf of the rest of humanity so Humanity could continue on...

His mind drifted back to Charlotte, to the things she had to say about it all, and his stomach twisted slightly.

"Do... do you ever think..." He started, but found that line of thought dangerous, and quickly silenced himself with a deep suckle at his wine.

Jerry bit his lip. He shouldn't drag her into this. Chantelle was too... new. Unblemished by the world they lived in. His hand was shaking as he moved to lift his glass and take another - rather large- sip. "Why do we have to live the way we do? On the island I mean... like... like a prison."

"NO. No. No, nothing like that," Jerry finished his glass, taking in a deep breath before starting on his meal before it got cold- it was expensive, and by golly, he was going to eat it.

He cleared his throat after chewing a moment. "My father did. It got him killed."

Jerry drew in a sharp breath that turned into a sigh, and he forced into a smile, "Well, I did get most of my information from Dr. H... but he's dead in any case." This was not good date talk. He took another delectable bite of meat that practically melted on his tongue. "My point is," He took a moment to finish swallowing. "Just because it's a military organization doesn't mean we should be prisoners. I mean... look at you guys, living in that basement. Our homes get destroyed weekly, pretty much- we're experimented on, threatened when we disagree with an order, we're LUCKY to have this leave right now- some of us rarely get to leave the island outside of a mission! We aren't free. We're property of... of the company." He remembered where they were, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in to their conversation.

"There's... there's nothing we can really do about it anyway, I suppose." Although there were people who would try. He cleared his throat, and helped himself to another bite, "This is really really delicious by the way... what is it?"

"Oh, it's delicious! I've never had meat so tender, seriously-" He assured her with a wobbly smile. He could certainly see why the price tag, although next time he definitely needed to take her to a good Cheese Steak.

"Well, I... I've had something in the works for a bit- I've just started getting the ball rolling but people already seem interested... it's no Leave or anything but... well I've been writing a musical of my own, actually..."

Jerry wrinkled his nose at the suggestion, drowning the last of his wine and nearly spit it out at her sudden enthusiasm- but thankfully swallowed it without choking. "Of course!! I'm going to have open auditions soon but we could definitely use a talented pianist!" He beamed, working hard to keep his own voice at a respectable level.