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He slid into the booth, removing his coat and setting it next to him. “Ah, unfortunately no. No international smugglers hell bent on world domination,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “How about you? Everything going alright?”
"Paperwork, a crap ton of paperwork thought me and Dylans fight over who would do said paperwork was hilarious" She took a drink mid sentence and shrugged out of her blazer. "We flick paperclips at each other for five minuets before finally just splitting it 50 - 50."
"Of course. Can't have a job without paperwork." He looked around at the other people in the bar as she got comfortable. There were always interesting people in bars. "I wish I had someone to at least pretend to split fight over who would do the paperwork. You're lucky."











