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Luz was finally set and ready to go back to Holland. So far he'd managed to avoid Faye though the itching at the back of his mind all but demanded that he look for her in the Bar. Of course, he wanted too- she was a pretty dame after all..but Holland and War was calling and that needed to be his main focus

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill comes wandering buy, half a sandwich in hand, and pulls out a chair at George's table. He eyes the gear and asks, "You headin up into the rafters again Luz?"

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"Hey!" the radioman pauses, scoffing slightly before the goofiest of grins crosses his face. "Only if you plan on joining me, pal. Gotta get you those jumpwings somehow, eh?"

Looking back at his gear spread out on the table does cause Luz to smirk a little before seeming to cross his eyes with a sigh. "I wish it was that easy. Ha- get it? Easy? No. I gotta be gettin back to Holland soon."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"What, the first time didn't count?" Bill sounds so very disappointed. "That was a perfect jump. Especially considering how drunk and wired I was at the time." It was a jumpwing worthy jump in Bill's opinion. Hell, he should probably get a medal too.

He takes a bite of his sandwich and shakes his head at Luz, "Man, you start with the puns an I'm bettin you run into some friendly fire out there."

It's good to kid around and make fun of George. Helps him not to show the worry so much about his friend going back out into a war again.

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"Five jumps, mac. Five. You got one from the rafters under your belt. If we were at Benning we'd get you all squared away and off the Tower then into the real deal." See? George is a good friend. He's perfectly willing to give Bill the boot out the door of a C-47 with a real-sized parachute.

Snorting a laugh another wide smile crossed the radioman's face. "Yeah well..don't hold your breath. I ain't getting into the tradition of getting shot in the ass like the rest of the Company."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Five? Damn. Well screw that then." Bill is Not going to let Luz push him out of an airplane.

"Yeah, you're more of the 'let big guys fall on you an break your ribs' sort of guy." Bill nods.

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George just stares at Bill, saying nothing until he finally rolls his eyes. "Ahh Jesus Christ...you ain't gonna let me live that down are you?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill chews on his sandwich thoughtfully a moment and shakes his head. "Only if you get shot in the ass. Then I'll pick on you for that." Which is perfectly fair. Bill is such a good friend.

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Oh isn't be the best of friends? It's taking a lot of will power to keep from wrestling Bill to the ground and making him cry uncle for it. Really- the thought never crossed George's mind! So he gives a very toothy grin instead. "Oh sure. Tell you what. I'll get shot in the ass the day I almost get killed, okay?"

Then all sillyness aside the radioman eyes the door for a moment. "Hey, Bill? You meet any strange women recently? Think they are perfect and can't do wrong? Knows everything and everyone where you're from?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Long as it's 'almost'." He says, looking over the gear again.

The sillyness fades away from him as well and he turns to look at the door after Luz does. "No." And if he did he'd find some dumb ass way to screw it up. He always does. "Why?"

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Pointing up to the still smelly dot in the center of his forehead. He's not going to clean it off until Allison sees that he is cured. "Some demon was making people think she was the perfect woman/sister/cousin..you name it and she was that. Always different from person to person apperently." And Luz got caught up in the middle of it in a sense.

"Just..avoid her, okay?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill leans forward to get a better look at the dot on Luz's forehead then pulls back and stares at him blankly.

"Okay...what?" That makes no sense. Granted this place hardly ever makes sense but this makes less sense then usual. "Start again, there's a lady saying she's your perfect woman-sister-cousin?" He runs them together into one title and gives George a look, "An if this is a redneck crack I'm gonna be kickin your ass again." Except Luz doesn't seem to be kidding around.

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George stares for a moment before sighing. "Don't they teach you anything in the late 20th Centure? No, Bill, it's not some redneck..crack of whatever that is. This demon woman is whatever you want her to be in your mind, apparently. Like to me she was this woman I supposedly met before droping into D-day and I've never met her before. None of the things that were in my mind made sense about her."

Waiting to see if his friend understands this, he moves on. "To someone else she'd look like a sister or maybe their cousin. To someone else it would be a long lost best friend- she'd look different to everyone."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He takes a moment to think about this and shakes his head, "God damn, that's even worse then the fuckin puppets."

Bill looks George over and asks, "You alright?" Because having someone screw with your mind like that can't be fun. It's as bad as amnesia, maybe worse.