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[sweeter_be]

Clay was a man on a mission. He walked through the compound with a jar of moonshine and a couple of rolled cigarettes in a baggie on the lookout for a certain pilot. The wedding was creeping up on the horizon, and, hell, Clay wasn't sure that he'd ever looked forward to anything so much in his life but, at the same time, there were blue

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[frakkup]

Kara swung her legs down from the armrest at his approach, sitting even straighter when she caught sight of the jar.

"Yeah," she said slowly, her eyes darting between his face and his hand.

[sweeter_be]

Clay's grin broadened at the look on Kara's face.

"Well, I reckon it's time you ponied up, darlin'," he said. "You know a place where we can get drunk and disorderly in peace and tranquility?"

[frakkup]

If he wanted peace and tranquility, he was clearly doing it wrong, but if Clay just wanted somewhere secluded...

"There's a rec room on the third floor," she said, standing up. "Couple of odd guys hang out in there, but they'll leave us alone. Blond one thinks he's Leoben's son."

[sweeter_be]

"Sounds like you know what you're about, pretty girl," said Clay, with a broad flash of a grin. "Seems, I'm gettin' married soon, and I figure I gotta do somethin' about that, right? And it ain't Danny's job to help out."