Fear is a Four Letter Word

Tamora Calhoun, 30, Microbiologist. None of your business.

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ursulakolettis:

“Rank?  In what?  I’m pretty sure the police don’t go walking around with laser pistols.”

“Sergeant Tamora Calhoun. Not police.”

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un-homme-fatal:

“Unlikely. I bet you don’t even play with the balls when you suck a dick.”

“Hard to play with your balls when I’m wearing you like a glove puppet.”

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ursulakolettis:

“Laser pistols?  Where did you get those?” she asked, brows furrowed.

“It’s all standard issue when you get to my rank.”

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ursulakolettis:

“Don’t call me sugartits.  And sure, my looks put me at an advantage, but I wouldn’t use them to get out of a situation.  I have my cleverness for that.”

“Alright, buttercup, I’ll take your word for it. I use my guns, mostly. People don’t argue with laser pistols.”

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un-homme-fatal:

“Not peak. You’re not good enough for my peak. But fucking in the toilet and not getting caught is an art.”

“Hah! Not good enough! I’m the best you’d ever have.” She said,  shoving his shoulder.

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ursulakolettis:

“Oh so you think the only means for manipulation I have are my looks?  How wrong you are, my dear.”

“Naaah, I don’t think I said only, sugartits. But it’s something I don’t have. Ergo, you’re at an advantage.”

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un-homme-fatal:

“Well, obviously to give you, my disabled friend, a helping hand. I’m a saint. I know.”

“Touché, Ston, I’ll give you that one. So is that your peak performance? Screwing in a disabled toilet?” 

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ursulakolettis:

“‘Boobs my way out’?  What does that even mean?”

“Y’know, boobs your way out. Use your ass-ets.”

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un-homme-fatal:

“A clean toilet. The disabled toilet. What do you think I am? A savage?”

“Yeah well, nobody would question why you were in there, ‘Ston.”

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ursulakolettis:

“Oh please.  I would talk my way out of getting into trouble.  I’m really good at that.”

“Nah, I know your type. You’d boobs your way out of getting in trouble.” 

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un-homme-fatal:

“A little bit.”

Cal considered his answer and nodded, “Fair enough. I mean, it’s probably a little bit too disease ridden for me, but I appreciate your balls.”

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ursulakolettis:

“Why would I have to run..?”

“You’re an accessory to hair murder.”

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un-homme-fatal:

“I’d show you the best time you’ve ever had in a bar toilet.”

“Hah. You don’t have a house? A bed? Just a bar toilet. Do I look like a bar toilet kinda gal?”

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twopartscourage:

He nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a half smile. “Sad few monsters to kill around here. It’d make a nice distraction sometimes,” he agreed.

“Mm, damn right. I was good at that.” Cal said, “Life here is kinda boring.” She said, leaning against the bar with a heay sigh. “What do you do for fun, Muscles?”

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un-homme-fatal:

“I won’t prove you wrong, oh no. You’ll prove yourself wrong. I’m a beast of a man. It takes time to realise what you really want, I know.”

“Look, Dickweed, it’s me, Cal. You seriously trying to get in my pants? If I said to you right now take me I’m yours, what would you do, ‘Ston, seriously?”

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un-homme-fatal:

“You obviously haven’t handled a true grower. We know how it’s done,” he grinned. “You keep on telling yourself that. You’re just holding back on those hidden sexual desires. A lot of women do it. If they let go, they won’t be able to control themselves around me.”

“You obviously haven’t handled a true woman.” Cal said, “I ain’t got no hidden sexual desires that my right hand can’t settle, and I’m not interested in letting you try to prove me wrong.”

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twopartscourage:

“I’m real sorry to hear that.” He poured her a shot and nudged it across the bar. When hope didn’t work, he usually went with alcohol. “How about a drink to your pal?”

Cal nodded, taking the shot. “To Simmons, the dumbest fuck I ever knew.” She said, snorting and knocking it back. “He wouldn’t want me moping like this. He’d say suck it up buttercup, we got bugs to kill.” Cal said, nodding in determination. She couldn’t sit around and mope for him, no way.