“Fuck this.” {atlascaptaingideon} [commence spamming of the ocs]
Kyle snorted and lifted his beer in the males direction. “I hear ya.” He smirked and downed the rest of his bottle. “What got ya pissed off?”
Gideon eyed the beer for a long moment, debating on grabbing his own. After a moment, he decided against it. There was no telling if he’d be pulled for another assignment soon. “These fuckin’ assholes down at the gun range,” Gideon grumbled. “Half of ‘em can barely shoot a damn gun, and yet I still lost the bet.”
"What bet?" Kyle was curious and amused really. He raised his eyebrows when Gideon didn't take a beer and shrugged more for him.














