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[sandpaperbreath]

Ah dammit all t'hell, what now?

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[scarsncigars]

Hey there sweetheart, ya miss me?

[sandpaperbreath]

Jinx?

...Y'know, I really shouldn't be surprised.

[scarsncigars]

Nice place ya got here. None a'that nasty slum smell.

[sandpaperbreath]

Pretty smell won't last long while yer here.

C'mon, think I owe you a drink.

[scarsncigars]

Ha, five minutes outta Haven an' he fancies himself a comedian.

I reckon y'owe me more'n that. M'already there, sweetheart.

[sandpaperbreath]

Which deck?

[scarsncigars]

Fuck if I know, sweetheart. S'your floaty thing.

Buncha noisy machines around here though.

[sandpaperbreath]

[Eventually finds you!]

Blondie.

[scarsncigars]

E-hey! Ya miss me?

[Hey look, Jinx found the booze already!]

[sandpaperbreath]

Not's much as you seemed t'miss the bottle.

[Takes a seat next to him. He's grinning like an idiot. Who knew he missed the fleebitten jerk so badly.]

[scarsncigars]

[Grinning around his cigar, sliding a bottle to Torn. It's been too long.]

What can I say? We're old lovers.

Nice boat ya got here.

[sandpaperbreath]

[Torn takes the bottle and opens it, taking a slow swig.]

's okay. Gets old quick.

Miss our dump, m'self.

[scarsncigars]

Eh, place is doin' jus' fine withoutcha.

Found an ol' blast bot last week, got some sweet parts outta that baby.

[sandpaperbreath]

That right?

It close'ta the celebration over there, too?

[scarsncigars]

You know it. Best time'a the year.

Y'havin' a party here fer Pretty Boy?

[Swig from his bottle.]

[sandpaperbreath]

Thinkin' about it.

Might do 'im some good, bein' reminded a who he's meant t'be.

[Swig.]

Might also piss 'im and daddy the hell off.