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specialagentgray:
[ she proceeds with a horrible impression of his voice. ]
”If there’s a will, there’s a way, Juliette.”
[ she snorted. ]
"Base will be so excited to know that we're getting into the Christmas mood. I'm sure he'll drag Sigi out to help him if you don't."
specialagentgray replied to your post
will u marry me
shelbi you're straight
нσмє яυη!
-- specialagentgray --
Friday afternoons had come to be his favorite part of the entire week ever since ten year old Ellie Mae started playing softball for the local little league team. But it wasn't the pizza parties at Domino's after the game or the way that all of the girls cried out the team's chant when they won with such pride that made it so great. It was the way his daughter enjoyed herself around the other girls that made it so worthwhile. That, and Ellie Mae's coach wasn't anything less than a nine-point-nine on the eye candy scale, and the fact that she was one of the few women that got his daughter to the point of being social bumped her up to a fifteen. So there he was, sitting in the bleachers, watching a girl named Cindy come up to the plate as he and the other parents cheered on the Lady Hornets through the seventh inning. Though he would have had to admit, he kept finding his eyes drifting back to Coach Gray more often than not....
"Spill. Did he fuck you?"
"But planning is a pain in my ass! Can't we just... Elope or something?"
” —— I haven’t showered in two days, and this shirt is three sizes too big, and you’re going with sexy?”
" ---------- Yes. Problem?"
He rolled a pen around in his fingers, a ghostly smile on his lips as he sat there at his desk. Ten more minutes and I'm out of here for the day. For the weekend if I'm lucky. He grinned a little wider, standing up and pushing a thin stack of files into his desk's drawer before leaving and locking the small office behind him. The walk down to the lobby would stretch him to be sitting pretty at seven thirty, and by the time he got home, it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening. Poking his head in the door before slithering into the apartment, he glanced around the living room. "Jules, you here?"
