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Carmen looked up from her phone, her gaze landing on the person standing in front of her. “If you need me to patch you up, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning,” she told them, locking her phone and sliding it into her pocket. “I finished work an hour ago, and I’ve had two whiskey sours. These steady hands can’t be trusted right now,” she said, a grin on her face as she held them up. “But if you’ve come to chat, I’m all ears.”
Mathieu quickly shook his head, to show that he wasn’t going to be too much of a bother. “You deserve all the drinks you want” He said truthfully before displaying his hand out to her. “I don’t need your hands, just a extra set of eyes on mine” He gleamed. He outstretched his bruised, swollen hand to her. “You don’t think this is broken do you?” He said a little concerned. “I’m hopin’ not, I have no idea how a cast it supposed to coordinate with my fits”
















