Contraband! - OTA

[intangibleuse]

An impending mission always put Kat in a ridiculously good mood. She was getting out. Whether it was the compound or the barracks or whatever, she was just happy to do something. So she did something about it.

Getting into the military barracks was no problem, as long as she did it at night when the MPs were sleeping. She'd been trained to be quiet

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[uptonogod]

Insomnia was not Jamie's best friend. Nor was the situation he'd gotten himself into. Robbing from seven banks in one go had just been showing off and now he was paying for it

OOC: SO TAGGING BOTH OF YOU!

[flowlikemagma]

Allison wasn't sleeping at all. Sure, the little pyrotechnic session with Pyro had helped her mood a little, but she was still toying with far too much to actually sleep. Most of it stemming from her own weak will where Manuel was involved.

Adding in the fact that she was going to be sent out on the first mission she'd been tasked with since Africa, she was a bundle of nerves.

She was planning on hanging out in the rec room, reading her tattered copy of Idlewild once more until her eyes were too heavy to keep open, but voices carried out to her. Pushing the door open a crack, Allison poked her head in, seeing Kat and Jamie.

"What's up in here, folks?" The astringent smell of vodka hit her nose and she grinned. "Sneaky sneaky," she chided, finding a seat on the couch. Her book was officially less interesting.

OOC: WOOT.

[intangibleuse]

Kat glanced up and grinned at the newcomer as he shushed her. She was a couple of shots in and feeling warm, and frankly, he was cute. She licked her lips and laughed softly. "No way. This right here? Pure Russia vodka." she said it all in what she knew to be an atrocious Russian accent and she glanced down to the duffel bag she brought with her.

She glanced over at the door as the blonde poked her head in and her grin widened. She'd seen this gal around a bit. "Oh yeah. Sneaky sneaky is so my name." Pulling out a bottle, she offered it to the two of them.

"Actually, the name's Kat."

OOC: Thiiis should be epic

[uptonogod]

Jamie stepped aside as Allison came in, shifting from one foot to the other. Why did he not think to put shoes on? Oh, well. He made his way over to Kat, turning one of the chairs around and sitting backwards in it.

He eyed the bag, whistling slightly and reaching for the offered bottle.

"That's a lot of vodka." Shouldn't take long to get rid of, though. "Where'd you get it?"