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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ started off the evening in a less than great mood -- it's January, it's Chicago, it's cold and windy and it makes his ribs ache -- and then Armand and his flamingos showed up.

Fucking world's out to push his buttons tonight, huh?

He's acquired a glass of moonshine and is alternating sips of it with drags on a cig.

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[undermyheel]

"Filthy habit," Claire informs him.

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Seeing you? You're right. I should quit."

[undermyheel]

Rolling her eyes, she says, "Well, I was talking about rotting your lungs with a cancer stick when doctors are thin on the ground, but sure, if you want to address marring my vision with you, we can do that."

[rebelw_outclaws]

He blows a cloud of smoke at her. "'Cause I'm so concerned about cancer nowadays."