I wasn't waiting for magic, I was talking to myself...(rp for deep_red_bells)

[thedarkest_side]

There really wasn't anything horribly exciting about Chinese takeout and bad chop sockey movies. Sure, cold takeout with beers at four AM was becoming a not-entirely-unwelcome part of bringing in a bounty with the team at Hard Knox Bonds, a routine celebration that made him almost feel a certain sense of normalcy

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[deep_red_bells]

"I said this is the worst move I've ever seen," Baileigh repeated, with an entirely too pleased expression on her face. "Seriously. Like, this might just blow that last really weird movie he did out of the water. You know the one I mean? Something about bells? Oh my God, it was bad. This one is worse. I love it."

[thedarkest_side]

Cain rolled his eyes, his gaze falling on the container of chow mein that sat on the coffee table as he weighed the pros and cons of dislodging Bee to obtain more food.

"I honest to God thought there might be a limit to what you could stomach." he half-joked, finally driven by hunger to shift and lean forward, reaching for the container. "What was I thinkin'?"

[deep_red_bells]

"What were you thinking?" she snorted, digging the remains of her eggroll out of the carton and nibbling at it. "I have a stomach made of iron. Iron, Cain. You should know this by now."

[thedarkest_side]

"Hey, nobody ever accused me of bein' smart." he pointed out with a snort of amusement, taking up his chopsticks to snag a bite of chow mein, then plucking out a noodle and feeding it to her with something resembling a smile. "Just like nobody ever accused you of havin' good taste in movies. I mean that in the best way possible, just so's ya know."