Grif was excited about hanging out with people. Granted he would have been more excited if those people were actually people he considered “friends” rather than his teammates and a couple of the Blues. But regardless, Grif was going out, he was going to drink, and it was going to be a good time.
The orange Spartan had told everyone where and
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As soon as he walked in, he spotted Grif. It was odd to see his teammate in plain clothes rather than the usual orange MJOLNIR armor. Granted, after the body swapping a little bit ago, it wasn’t too much of a shock. What would be strange would be when the Blues showed up in plain clothes. He couldn’t remember ever seeing them unarmored.
Simmons strolled up to the table and sat down next to Grif.
“I’m surprised there’s not a full ashtray and several empty glasses already.” He said in his usual condescending tone.
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“Hey, I was just waitin’ on you guys. Lighten up, dude.” And with that, Grif produced a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit up in front of Simmons because he knew it would bother the other soldier. It always bothered Simmons when Grif used his organs and such for bad habits and he enjoyed every minute of it. The Hawaiian took a long drag on his cigarette and let the smoke burn his throat and lunges for a moment before exhaling again.
“You’re lungs are pretty damn helpful. Thanks for loanin’ them to me. I think my last pair were on their last legs.” Grif taunted the cyborg.
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“We don’t have Church. He’s probably just running late, bluetard.” He replied after Caboose had wrapped up his rant.
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