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[tennesseex]

James returned to their table with several shots in tow. It was quarter night and James had no concept of moderation. So what if Bryson had to work the following morning? James didn’t. So of course he’d wrangled the man into accompanying him to Nightingale, drinks on him. He was a dick, sure, but never let it be said he wasn’t a generous one.

“Cheers,” he said, already downing a shot without waiting for Bryson to join him. He did, however, slide one his way. He winced as he swallowed, the burn of whiskey familiar, a vice that bit back. 

“You gonna smile, Rollins? ‘Cause at the rate you’re goin’ you’re gonna scare away all the pretty things in this place.” 

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[lionheartedx]

“Just tell your boss I’ll bill him.” Lydia used a handkerchief from her back pocket to wipe grease from her hands as she pulled herself out from underneath the fire truck. “The engine itself is fine, but you’re gonna need a new outrigger for the whole fire engine to be fully operational. So the whole thing’s gonna be out of commission for a few days at least.” Rising to full height, she offered a single, almost apologetic smile. “But hey. At least you’ve got a few others, right?” | @brysonrollins​