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“Y’know what? I could really go for some cheap whiskey right about now.”
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“Y’know what? I could really go for some cheap whiskey right about now.”
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"Hey, you!” she shouted, trying to catch up to her. “You’re really hot. Who are you?”
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York was asleep. He shouldn’t be, as he was supposed to be marking some of the rookies’ fighting style on the training room below. The observation deck, however, was empty, and blissfully quiet. Jack was trying to pay attention, honest, but the lack of coffee in his system lead to a small nap.
This was short lived, unfortunately, as York jolted awake when South stormed into the room. “Whatthefuck, *clears throat*, Ah, South, good to see you. I uh, was just watching these rookies, please tell me you have coffee.”
"I'm not scared. Not even a little bit."
-shrugs loudly-
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“For the billionth time, South, I’m not going to set you up with CT. That’s something you have to do on your own.”
"You almost shot me! Again!" (for Caboose)
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“Tucker did it,” Caboose replied automatically, going stiff. He looked down at the gun in his hands, then back up at the freelancer, eyes wide. Bringing the gun behind his back quickly and pressing his lips together into a small frown, the kid’s eyes darted around him in an attempt to focus on anything but the other’s face.