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[valalonso]

It was strange to be back in the brothel. Val had gotten so used to not going that it almost felt almost unreal to be sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Wes, although he had several times in the past. He offered them a small, half-smile when they came in - a smile that certainly didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey...” Val said softly. “Sorry, I know it’s been a while since I was here last...”

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[valalonso]

[Text from Wes] Happy New Year, Handsome! Hope it's a good one without any injuries or drama.

[Text] Mm, a little too late on the no injuries.

[Text] But I appreciate the sentiment.

[Text] How’s your new year going?

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Lost in Translation || Val & Wes

Val scrolled through the news on his phone, idly reading as he sipped his coffee. He’d escaped from the Watch station for an hour or so and needed the caffeine to perk himself back up to make it through the end of the day. 

The cafe itself was mostly dead, a boon to the Commander. He appreciated the time to clear his head, especially when he knew he’d be walking back into a firestorm at the station. He was a bit too engrossed in his phone, reading a random article on politics as he lazily stirred at his cappuccino.

It was a bit startling when the chair across from him was pulled out and a body plopped down - he hadn’t even noticed the door jingle with someone else walking in, let alone heard them approach. He lowered his fun, a bit surprised at the person sitting across from him. “Hey... it’s been a minute since I’ve see you..”

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