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M X C mase ,preferrably. twenty-six. bouncer && firefighter. brooklyn native. current atlanta resident. father of two. ♋ "i'm a very balanced individual.or at least, i'm trying to be."

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“I’m surprised there isn’t a dance floor.” Tanner said, noting how close all of the tables were to each other. “Not that I’m much of a dancer anymore, but it would be fun to see a few officers cut-a-rug.”

“There doesn’t have to be for people to make space of one.” The brunet responded as he took a sip of his cocktail. Bourbon. On the rocks. For once, he wasn’t responsible for others’ safety or... actions. “A few more of those champagne glasses along with what they’re mixing should do the trick.”

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“I think Darcy made not a new friend, but a girlfriend at the dog park this evening, and truthfully, I’m a little worried. I’ve been trying to encourage him that he doesn’t need to settle down right away –you know, he has a whole life to lead, but hey? If that’s what he wants. Thank God, I got him fixed though. I’m not about to be financially responsible for a bunch of puppies, as cute as they would be.”

The brunet quirked a brow as he listened intently to his encounter, unaware of whether she’d been speaking of a dog or a child. Either way, once he caught on, a subtle laugh left his lips. “Are you sure you’re not going to regret that later on? What if you end up wanting a grandchild?”

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Heels in hand, Jed walked barefoot, covered in glitter, black eye liner horribly smudged through the grocery store with a small basket on his arm. She was more than used to the stares, so it didn’t bother her as bad as the sore throat did in that moment. In the medicine aisle, someone was looking on as Jed tossed cough drops in the basket then began reading the packages lined up, looking for something to ease the pain. “ What? You never woke up with a sore throat after a wild night? If you don’t, you haven’t been having fun, honey. Be a dear and recommend something to get rid of this little bitch of a frog in my throat? And don’t ask how it happened because it could be a cold, too many Celine Dion high notes of various other activities I performed last night.”

Handles of a basket clad into the palms of his hands, he walked forward a few steps more before pointing over at a familiar box of lozenges he’s only ever remembered his mother bringing home to him. “Uh, well if it’s recovery from a long night...” Another motion over to the box. “Cepacol will do you much better than Halls. At least, it’s a numbing drop so you’re not feeling much of the edge to a sore throat.”

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