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"Baby, would I lie to you about that-" The front door swung open to reveal the confident posture of one Mr. Johnny Storm, a cell phone pressed against his ear. He did a double take at first the loss of signal and then the realization of where he was. "Kick ass," he grinned, pocketing the phone. He'd call her back later, if he could remember her name.
"Hello again, you beautiful, beautiful thing," he greeted of Bar after approaching and splaying his palms across her surface with a wide, toothy grin.
"Hello again, you beautiful, beautiful thing," he greeted of Bar after approaching and splaying his palms across her surface with a wide, toothy grin.