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Another early Thursday edition!

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You are Captain WILLIAM PIERCE, a combat rescue officer of the United States Air Force. You just recently recovered from the injuries you had suffered from a recent mission, and now you've been invited to a PJ-only party, one a few chances your small but heavily overworked section of the armed forces had to relax and unwind.

You and the rest of the witches enter Hangar P, after flashing your PJ patches to a cautious door guard to ensure you weren't party crashers. Inside the hangar, it's rather busy. To your best guess, there were about a hundred assorted personnel. Not just the PJ crews and pilots, but you can see a lot of mechanics and ground crew in the mix as well. You guess they deserved a share of the spoils as well.

"Well hey, it's RR5! Nice to see you guys!" You hear a vaguely familiar voice.

"I'm sorry, you are...?"

"How, rude of me, I'm Captain Maysey, though you may know me more as Rescue Ranger One." The officer chuckles. "I know we haven't had many chances to meet face to face."

"Yeah, well, getting laid up in a hospital bed didn't help matters." You laugh awkwardly.

"Ah, and these fine ladies must be those PJ witches I've been hearing about!" Maysey grins as he looks behind you. "I know the gender ratio in here's a bit skewed, but I can guarantee you all my boys are well behaved. Well, mostly anyways. Any of them giving you problems you come straight to me, got it?"

"Yeah, thanks." You say.

With that, Maysey gives you a short and casual salute before returning to the festivities.

>Let the girls go off and do their own thing.
>Let's have everybody stick together.
>Other
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>>28973800
>Let's have everybody stick together.
NEVER split the party guys!
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>>28973800
>Let the girls go off and do their own thing.
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>>28973800
>Let the girls go off and do their own thing.
Or whatever. Don't really have a preference here. Maybe talk to crew they we barely have meet with in this quest so far.
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>>28973800
>>Let's have everybody stick together.

This is bonding time.
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>>28973800
>Let's have everybody stick together.
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Let's have TWQ never happening
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>>28973975
yes, i miss mouse as well. I know he's busy and all, i just wish he'd twitte something once in awhile to let us know he's still alive.
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>>28973800
"Let's stick together for now." You say to your witches.

"That sounds like a good idea." Janice nods.

"Okay." Tarin shrugs.

"So um, what do we do?" Red asks.

Well, that was a good question. Scanning the hangar, you immediately pick up a few spots of interest. You spot the rest of your crew at one of the hastily set up poker tables, apparently trying their luck against another crew. A bit farther back, you can see a makeshift bar with various kinds of alcohol. Though forbidden on base, it wasn't unusual for soldiers to smuggle alcohol in, and most officers turned a blind eye since it usually helped morale (and in most cases after getting their cut as well). Just next to the bar, you can see areas set up for various parlor games, and even a couple of pool tables. You wonder just where the hell they found all this stuff.

>Let's hit the poker tables.
>Go to the bar.
>Try your hand at some games?
>Other
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>>28974205
Bar.

This shit's more fun with a buzz.
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>>28974205
>Go to the bar.
>Try your hand at some games
Grab drinks and hit those pool tables... And have lose all our money there.
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>>28974205
>poke tables

PJ Witches Royale '89
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>>28974205
>Let's hit the poker tables.
>And the bar, while we still have money
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>>28974205
>Go to the bar.
time for a good stiff drink then...
>Try your hand at some games?
the pool table is a rarity not to be missed these days.
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>>28974205
"Come on, let's get some drinks." You say. "Can't be a party without a bit of alcohol, right?"

"Well, normally I'm against drinking but it IS a special occasion.." Janice nods.

"Sure." Tarin shrugs.

"Ummm, okay?" Red says, obviously a bit anxious.

"Come one, it'll be fine." You say, putting a reassuring hand on Red's shoulder. "You ever drink before?"

"N-no..." Red mumbles.

"Well, first time for everything!" You say.

"But what if-"

"Red, you've got me, Janice, and Tarin watching out for you. You've got nothing to fear." You say. "Now come on!"

The makeshift bar is being run by a couple of airmen, who, while obviously amateurs, seem to be doing a fairly decent job at mixing drinks, especially with the few resources they've managed to scrounge up. Fortunately, the line's not too long as everybody's already gotten their own drinks.

"Ladies first." You say, stepping aside to let the girls take their place in line ahead of you.

"My, how thoughtful." Janice chuckles.

You stand back and watch. This was the first time you'd be seeing Janice and Tarin drinking, and you could tell a lot about a person just by the type of drink they favored. Janice orders a small cup a brandy, which you don't see as too surprising. You suspected Janice would have a taste for finer things. Tarin, meanwhile, just orders a simple beer. Straight and to the point.

Red, however, stops where she is and just glances at all the various bottles and glasses of liquids like a deer in headlights, utterly confused at the new and terrifying world of alcohol choice.

"Ummm... ummmm..."

"Oh, we got a first timer here!" The airman tending to her grins. "So, how do you want it? Start off slow and steady, or you want to live a little dangerously?"

Red just looks up to you, her eyes clearly pleading to you for guidance.

>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
>Maybe something with a bit of kick, like a cocktail.
>Sink or swim. Hard liquor!
>Other
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.

We're supposed to look out for her after all.
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>>28974715
>>Other
Lychee martini

Something sweet that girls tend to love.
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>>28974715
>Maybe something with a bit of kick, like a cocktail.
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
I'll take same... And tequila shot if you got some.
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Rolled 27

>>28974715
Something sweet.

Did they have vodka cruisers in 1989?
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>>28974715
>>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
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>>28974790
>Something sweet that girls tend to love.
I need to meet these women. Only ones I've known to drink on any regular basis hated sweet drinks.
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.

Anything stronger and we'll be looking at a pissed-off Anderson in no time.
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>>28974873

Thats...odd
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
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>>28974715
>>Maybe something with a bit of kick, like a cocktail.
Jack and Coke
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
well, this will test her tolerance level. but the big question is, how well can Janice and Tarin carry their drink then?
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>>28974715
>Maybe something with a bit of kick, like a cocktail.
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>>28974715
>Start her off with something small. Just a beer.
Starting her off with anymore will be questionable to say the less.
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>>28974715
>>Maybe something with a bit of kick, like a cocktail.

Beer is abit hit or miss with first time drinkers.

Start them on the sweet stuff.
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>>28974715
"Nah, we don't want to be too hard on her." You shake your head. "Just a beer."

"Whatever you say." The airman shrugs and bends down, pulling a bottle of beer out of a hidden icebox. Looking at it, you now notice it's a domestic German brand, rather than an American one.

"Easier to smuggle onto the base." The airman shrugs.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." You say. "I'll get the same thing."

Can't go too wild, after all. You just got cleared from the hospital and don't have any intention of going back any time soon.

"So, do I just chug it down, or something?" Red asks as she eyes the bottle she's holding suspiciously.

"Treat it like any other drink." You shrug as you take a sip from your own bottle. "There's no 'definitive' way to drink a beer like everybody says."

"Hmmm, okay." Red closes her eyes and takes a pull. You see her body stiffen and shudder before coughing a bit. "Agh, it's bitter!"

"Yeah, well, that's the alcohol." You shrug.

"Maybe I can get something that tastes different?" Red asks.

Well, there was always the cocktails or mixes, but those involved mixing in hard liquors. You're not quite sure how Red would react.

>Baby steps, Red. You'll get the hang of it.
>Get her a mixed drink.
>Other
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>>28975105
>Get her a mixed drink.
but tell her to drink it slowly and to tell us if she starts feeling strange
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>>28975105
>Get her a mixed drink.
i have wondered about something. can a witch use her magic to not be affected by the alcohol or flush it out of her system faster?
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>>28975105
>>Get her a mixed drink.
Lychee mmartni or a Caipirinha
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>>28975105
>Get her a mixed drink.
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>>28975105
A single mixed drink will get her just as drunk as a beer assuming its just one shot in the highball
so

>[x] Get her a Jack and Coke


>>28975169
A base in germany will get Cacha├ža and lychees where exactly?
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>>28975169
Those weren't popular enough in the '80s to even be a possibility here.

Lychees especially.
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>>28975196
>get her a mixed drink (the Jack and Coke anon suggested)

Warn her that if she feels funny, to let us know, and definitely keep an eye on her. She's a lightweight most likely.
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>>28975105
"Hey, can you guys mix drinks?" You ask the pair of airmen manning the bar.

"Well, I guess we sorta can." One of them shrugs. "But like, nothing too fancy. There's only so much we can scrounge up on base."

"Jack and Coke?" It was pretty much the standard beginner's drink, considering Coke was pretty ubiquitous, and did a decent job of covering up the taste of hard liquor.

"Okay, that we can do." He nods. "We got more coke than we know what to do with."

"The wonders of capitalism, huh?"

You then turn to see Red powering through her beer. While she manages to chug the whole bottle down, the screwed up expression her face pretty clearly showed she wasn't really enjoying it.

"You don't have to force yourself like that." You frown. "If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it."

"B-but I don't want the others to t-think I'm a chicken." Red says, shuddering again as her stomach deals with the sudden introduction alcohol.

"Jack and Coke." The airman hands you a disposable cup full of fizzy black liquid.

"Thanks." You nod and slip a dollar bill to the airman as a tip. You then hand Red her new drink. "Here, try this."

Red takes a cautionary sip. You can see her body instinctively react to the alcohol, but it's not as severe or obvious as the when she drank the beer.

"How is it?" You ask.

"N-not bad." Red says with a bit of surprise on her face.

You then look up to see where Janice and Tarin had went, and see them chatting up a few other PJs. Well, to put it more accurately, Janice was chatting them up while Tarin sort of sulked behind her, not really getting into the conversation.

"Hey! Janice! What's going on?" You say as you walk over.

"Oh, it seems like RR4 here wants to get into a bit of a friendly competition with us." Janice says with her usual smile.

"Yeah, one game of your choice. You guys win, and we'll cover a whole shift for you." One of the PJs declares.

"And if we lose?" You narrow you eyes.

(cont)
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>>28975441
"We each get a kiss from a witch of our choice." He grins.

You narrow your eyes. There's nothing here to suggest they were being creepy or anything, just some innocent flirting, which was understandable. However, you wanted to make sure your witches were fine with it.

"Janice?"

"Oh, I don't see any harm in it." She grins.

"Tarin?"

Tarin just shrugs wordlessly.

"Red?"

"Mmmmmmmm, wwwhhy not." Red says.

Well, none of them seemed to have any problems with it, but still...

>Sure, you're on.
>Nah, let's not.
>Other
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>>28975471
>Sure, you're on.
If the witches say they're up for it
>Other
Talk with Red a bit. That "Mmmmmmmm, wwwhhy not." looks like she might be slurring her words.
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>>28975471
>>Sure, you're on.
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>>28975471
>Sure, you're on.
Knife game?
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>>28975471
>Sure, you're on.
but with this
>Other
but not with Red. (check to make sure she can walk with out falling over) give her some slack. this is the first time she's had a hard drink before.
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>>28975471
>in b4 ultimate tetris throwdown
>Other: We'll fly our own shift. If we win, the witches get to pick who gets a kiss.
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>>28975471
>>Nah, let's not.

Red's too drunk to count
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>>28975471
>>Sure, you're on.
but Reds to drunk, so shes excluded, and also probably underage
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>>28975471
"Okay, you're on." You nod.

"Cool." The rival PJ grins. "Name's Kinney, by the way. Like I said before, you can pick the game."

Your eyes dart over the available games. There were quite a few...

>Pool
>Darts
>Beer Pong
>Knife Game
>Other
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>>28975733
>Darts
Tarin is hax at darts
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>>28975733
>Knife Game
Tarin is good with knives right?
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>>28975733
>Knife Game
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>>28975733
>Darts
>Knife Game
Either or.

But I get this feeling Janice is a pool shark.
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>>28975733
>Darts
A knife game is asking for trouble with increasingly inebriated party-goers, and beer pong is a bad idea, since I doubt the witches have as much alcohol tolerance as the pilots. And I just don't like pool.
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>>28975733
>Darts
or
>Pool

We have witches, these people are in all the trouble.
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>>28975733
>>Darts
Red is hammered, she WILL lose fingers
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>>28975733
>Pool
oh shit, a real decent pool table is hard to find, lets use it.
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>>28975784
>>28975733
You know what... changing my vote for pool.
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>>28975733
Well, darts seems like a safe enough game. You're quite sure everybody by now is at least a bit buzzed from all the alcohol being passed around. And while you're sure Tarin could pull off an easy win at the knife game, you're not so sure about everybody else. Knives and alcohol didn't mix.

"We'll go with darts." You say. "That sound good?"

"Yeah, we've got no problems." Kinney grins. "Who's up first?"

>You
>Red
>Janice
>Tarin
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>>28975844
a good pool table costs a couple of grands and is hard to move do to the fact they are really heavy. who ever brought it in, we owe them a drink or two.
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>>28975959
>>You
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>>28975959
>You
Might as well.
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>>28975959
save tarin for last. we're the CO and alll..
>You
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>>28975959
>You

Might as well be the fuck up and let ladies carry the day...
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>>28975959
>You
We want to hold Tarin back until the end so they don't take it so seriously, and possibly Red as well; if it takes long enough, she might sober up just a tad.

So, You -> Janice -> Tarin/Red
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>>28975959
>You

Our secret weapons are everyone else on the team.

Tarin's going to throw darts into the backs of other darts.
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>>28975959
"Fine, I'll go." You say, picking up a handful of darts.

"Heh, alright, let's go at it." Kinney grins and steps in himself.

You manage to put four darts near the center, though one falls out just a bit. However, it was a respectable play. Kinney, fortunately for you, seems to be off his game, as his darts are pretty sloppy. He only manages to get three near the center, while one lands on the outer ring and his fifth doesn't even hit the dartboard at all.

1-0 in your favor.

"Huh, that was a pretty good play, Cap." Red says.

"Hey, thainks-" You then blink. You could've sworn Red's cup was at least half empty the last time you checked but now it was almost completely full. "Red, did you-"

"Got a refill while you were playing." Red smiles as she takes another big gulp of Jack and Coke. "Dunno why, but it gets a lot easier to drink after the first cup!"

You frown. You're not sure of Red's tolerance, though you're not confident it's very high. She seems fine so far and you don't really want to clamp down on her too much, but...

>Just let it slide. Red's a big girl.
>Last cup, Red.
>Other
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>>28976286
>Other
Take it slow Red, we don't want you getting wasted when we need a healwitch
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>>28976286
>Last cup, Red.
First-time drinker. She doesn't know her limits, or the warning signs of when she's about to hit them.
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>>28976286
>Last cup, Red.

MAXIMUM OVERSISTERZONE

Seriously, this can only end poorly. Or in hilarity. But most likely poorly.
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>>28976286
>Last cup, Red.
She'll thanks us later. In the morning after praying to the porcelain god.
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>>28976286
>>Last cup, Red, and go get some water, you don't want to lose to these guys do ya?
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>>28976286
>Slow down, Red

Talk about liquid confidence
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>>28976286
>>Last cup, Red.
Let's get you some water before you go any further. Don't need you getting blitzed, honey.
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>>28976332
I kinda Reaaally want to see this thread from Red's POV...
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>>28976286
>Slow down
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>>28976286
>Last cup, Red.
at least till you dry out some more.
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>>28976286
>Other
Slow down and make sure to drink water too.

We should make sure that she doesn't have too bad of a hangover, either. We've got missions tomorrow, right?
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>>28976455
As much as I want to stop her and protect our beloved little sister, I kind of want to see her being possessive and defending her territory when drunk.
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>>28976286
"Last cup, Red." You say sternly. "Better enjoy it while it lasts."

"Awwwwwwww." Red pouts, though you're guessing her reddening cheeks were from the alcohol rather than an emotional response on her part. "You sound juuust like my Uncle!"

"I'm serious, Red, don't push yourself." You warn.

"Fine." Red frowns and takes another, though smaller, sip from her cup.

You sigh and turn your attention back to the dart game, realizing you missed Janice's turn. Unfortunately, it seemed that Janice was beat pretty handily. Most of her darts were barely within the outer ring.

"I'm so sorry, Captain." Janice laughs lightly. "I'm... not very good at these kinds of games."

"Don't worry, it's not your fault." You sigh.

Well, now it was 1-1.

However, Tarin pretty much destroys her opponent, considering her training and the fact she was probably the most sober person in the whole building. However, now it was Red's turn, which you're a bit fearful. Though she's finished her drink, you notice that she's swaying rather heavily and not quite steady on her feet. This looked like a chance for RR4 to even up the score.

Red lines up for her first shot and.... hits a bullseye.

"Beginner's luck." Her opponent scoffs.

"Yeah, fuck you too, buddy." Red says as she continues to sway rather dangerously. She tosses another dart.

Bullseye.

It's like this for the rest of her darts. Even Tarin raises and eyebrow in surprise.

"Red... have you ever played darts before?" You ask.

"NOPE!" She grins teetering to her left before catching herself.

You've heard to people being able to play games better when drunk, but this was just ridiculous.

"Well, looks like we can sleep in tomorrow, then." You grin.

"Well, you beat us fair and square." Kinney sighs.

(cont)
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>>28976697
"Oh, don't be so down, you gave it a good try!" Janice says as she kisses Kinney on the cheek.

Kinney's body goes stiff as a rail and he just falls over, much to the amusement of his buddies. Janice walks back to you, and you notice her hips swaying ever so slightly...

Oh god, not her, too.

"Well that was fun!" Janice smiles. "Maybe we should try another game?"

You're kind of tempted just to see how far Red's seemingly newfound power goes, but maybe it'd be better to take a break.

>Let's play something else.
>Let's take a break.
>Other
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>>28976711
>Let's play something else.
pool
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>>28976711
>Let's take a break.
>Other
We can see how the poker game went with the rest of our crew.
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.

Lewd....

I like lewd
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.
Lets get our girls a round of Mineralwasser and play some poker. Re-assess after we get about a litre of water into each of them.
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.

Maybe raker will grace cap with one too
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>>28976776
Hoping for Tarin but a Raker is just as nice.
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.
Pool time. It should last a bit longer at least.
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.
>>Pool

Janice at a pool table, nuff said.
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>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.
POOL
also get Red some water stat
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>>28976711
>>28976711
>>Let's play something else.
Pool have some fun. Fuck off posting errors
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>>28976711
>Let's play something else.
POOL TIME!
....get janice another drink... them hips...
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>>28977044
there is such a thing as too much and right now I think Janice is at the stage of "just right"
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>>28977099
point... we should get Janice's next drink a coke then. when we don't see the hips swaying, get her a coke and rum.
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>>28977129
No mention of intoxicated Tarin, I'm dissapoiinted
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>>28977224
either Tarin has a much higher tolerence for it, or can hide it better, i'm not sure. besides, she does not strike me as the "I get hotter as i get drunk" kind.
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>>28977279
I think she's a cuddler
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>>28977279
She doesn't seem the type to overdo it either.
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>>28976711
"Hey, how about some pool?" You suggest. You've never seen Red and Janice tipsy/drunk before, and you feel that this warrants some observation. Tarin gives you a weird look and you just shrug innocently.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Janice claps her hands.

"Sure, why the hell not." Red nods.

"Also, you better drink this." You say, handing a cup of water to Red. Best to make sure she was properly hydrated. However, Red takes a sip and nearly spits.

"Agh! What the fuck is this shit?!" Red cries.

"It's water, Red. Just water." You say. "And when the heck did you start talking like that?"

"Hell if I know." Red shrugs, taking another reluctant sip of water.

Okay, now you REALLY had to experiment further on on the phenomenon that was drunk Red.

Meanwhile, Janice had already managed to procure the pool table. Last you saw, there was a large crowd around it, but Janice used a bit of that "witch privilege" to convince them to give her and Red a spot.

Janice resets the table, setting up the balls with the speed and certainty of a woman who had done such a thing many times before.

"You've played pool before?" You ask.

"Quite a bit, actually." Janice smiles, setting down the cue ball. "My family actually owns one. Much nicer than the one here, actually. I used to play against my siblings on it all the time."

"Red, you ever play pool before?"

"Maybe a few tiiiimes." Red shrugs and clumsily picks up a cue stuck. "C'mon, Jan, LET'S DANCE."

"Oh my, she certainly is more lively in this state, isn't she?" Janice giggles.

Tarin just sighs and shakes her head.

(cont)
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>>28977307
That would be perfect.
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>>28977342
Janice goes first, and she slowly bends over the table as she aims the cue stick at the cue ball. The way she does it, slowly and in a way to show off her curves, there was no way it was accidental. She even makes sure to position herself so you get a straight line of sight down her shirt collar. It would be something if she were doing all this accidentally, but you had the feeling that she KNEW.

It is at this point you realize Janice is much more devious than you ever thought possible.

That's not to say that you were the only one entranced by the display, as you can see a much larger crowd gathering around the pool table. This was... getting a big out of hand, but it was too late to do anything about it.

Surprisingly enough, both girls play a terrifyingly effective game. Red, despite her constant swaying and teetering, somehow manages to get the cue ball where it needs to go, as opposed to Janice who is slow, methodical, and purposeful, bending over the table and slowly taking her time.

However, despite the valiant fight Red puts up, it seems that years of practice finally outplayed temporary brilliance. With one last stroke, Janice drops the 8-ball and the game is over, much to the dismay of all of the spectators.

"Well, that was exciting!" Janice says, smiling brightly. "I never expected our dear little Red to be so skilled!"

"You implying something?" Red growls, trying to looking menacing but utterly failing due to her shaky footing.

"Oh you're so cute like this!" Janice says as she ruffles Red's hair.

Tarin just shakes her head again.

>We should really take a break now.
>Play another game?
>Maybe one more round of drinks...
>Other
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>>28977359
>>We should really take a break now.

I think we should do this, also I think Janice might have been doing the bending for other reasons.
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>>28977359
>>We should really take a break now.

Private squadron time.

We just sit about and chill together for abit.

Drinks may or may not be involved.
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>>28977359
>>Play another game?
Play doubles, You and Janice vs Tarin and Red
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>>28977359
>We should really take a break now.
Okay we've had our fun.
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>>28977359
>Other

Ravish Janice on the pool table.
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>>28977359
>>Other
Ruffle Red's hair
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>>28977359
>>We should really take a break now.

Let's stop before we get too crazy. Never know when we're going to be called into action, and we don't want to do anything that any of us are going to regret.
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>>28977393
This
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>>28977406

Must not presss...big...red...lewd button...
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>>28977393
Red is not getting anymore though.

We need a drunk Tarin now.
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>>28977452

Tarin x Janice x Pierce threesome when
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>>28977359
>>We should really take a break now.
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>>28977406
Remember when we stuck Young's weiner in Cupcake's Schnitzel? I think this demands the same situation.

It ain't a real hopping party until some dude is railing a hot chick in front of everyone.
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>>28977471
after the Red X Pierce X Janice threesome
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>>28977359
>Other
enough time has passed a beer might be needed to keep the girls "in the zone" and i want to see Tarin take a shot at pool too.
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>>28977471
When it's written & not a moment before.
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>>28977483
Yeah... that wasn't a good thing and Merc would make us regret it
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>>28977359
>>We should really take a break now.

If tarin's shaking her head, then it is a sign that it is time to take a break
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>>28977510
Yep.
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>>28977359
>Maybe one more round of drinks...
Something REALLY strong for Tarin, and a coke for Janice and Red to keep them good
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>>28977510
Maybe. Maybe so.

But she's literally asking for it. It'd be remiss of a gentleman to not scratch that itch if a lady needs it.
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>>28977471
I'll pay for that
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>>28977554
but we wouldnt be a gentleman doing it in such a crass manor, lets get the girls out of the spotlight and relax a little, theres still plenty of night left, and we get to sleep in, so why not wake up next to Janice?
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>>28977554
>she's literally asking for it
Really wish you people would start using that word correctly.
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>>28977554

Lets see how it goes tonight.

And hopefully she'll be a bit more sober. So she knows what shes doing.
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>>28977579

She's using body language and subtle hints to request our dick in her vagina ASAP. We must honor her request by giving her the D.
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>>28977554
i get the feeling, when Janice is feeling good and ready, she'll grab Pierce by his collor and drag him into "the closet" and lock us in till she's satisfied.
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>>28977598
Because she couldn't POSSIBLY be teasing.
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>>28977614
I like this.

I approve of it greatly.

When will this happen?
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>>28977653
and we should reciprocate, after we get Tarin drunk enough that she won't remember any of this
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Guys, things are getting a little out of hand. We're a special forces unit deployed to a frontline airbase, on call 24/7. We have to keep things under control unless we want brass pissed off at us. Crazy parties are confined to the rear areas for a reason.
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>>28977669
Give it a bit, she might break us again if we go at it now and I don't think the doctor would be happy with us.
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>>28977700
Nothing has happened yet
Anons are just letting their imaginations run wild, like usual.
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>>28977700
And this why vast majority of the votes have gone to taking a break/chilling for a time.
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>>28977700
>on call 24/7
did you not read the part about how we won the bet and the other squad is taking our rotation, giving us the morning off?
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>>28977716
Better let their imaginations run wild, then have it effect their votes. As long as the votes are safe this is fine
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>>28977690
Red watches. She sees all.
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>>28977714
eh, shes a motherly heal witch, she can piece us back together and keep us going all night long

or were you not in the discussion in the SW89 threads about the older happily married witches and their appetites?
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>>28977359
"Okay, break time." You say, taking both Janice and Red's hands and leading them to the poker table your crew has appropriated for themselves. Tarin follows close behind, giving venomous glares at anybody who dares try and follow your group.

"Yo, Captain, nice to see you finally join us!" Hoskins grins as you take a seat at their table. "I see you've been having some fun already."

"Oh yeah, loads." You say sarcastically.

"Hah, well, let's see how good they are at cards, then!" Bullseye grins. "Don't worry, no real money, just bragging rights."

"And the loser has to wash the Pave Hawk." His copilot Snips adds in.

"Sure, why not." You say. "C'mon girls, you should play, too."

Janice and Tarin both take seats at your sides. However, Red seems to have different ideas.

She plops herself down on your lap.

Oh god, the stares.

"Um, Red?" You say, a bit surprised. "Do you mind just sitting in a chair?"

"Hmmmmmmm..." Red cocks her head as if deep in thought. "No."

"You really should-"

"No."

Well this was... going to be an interesting poker game, considering on the very first hand she literally shows you her cards and asks you if she's got a good hand.

You really need to find something to distract you right now.

>You REALLY need a drink, now.
>Talk to Tarin.
>Talk to one of your crew.
>Other
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>>28977730
I'm sure that wager will totally hold up in the face of a massive Soviet push.
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>>28977690
>>28977746

Get them all drunk.

Tarin and cap 'mistakenly' switch rooms.
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>>28977765
>You REALLY need a drink, now.
ACQUIRE JEREMIAH WEED.
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>>28977765
>>You REALLY need a drink, now.

...Mein Gott. Red. Little sister should not be this lewd.
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>>28977765
>You REALLY need a drink, now.

Fuck hell...

Also;
>Talk to Tarin.
Maybe she can help... Not likely.
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>>28977765
>>You REALLY need a drink, now.
>>Talk to Tarin.
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>>28977754
>Georgette, the most vanilla of all the War witches, has the most lewd application of her magical talent

Mack is a very very lucky man.
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>>28977765
>>You REALLY need a drink, now.
>>Talk to Tarin.

Tarin... HALP
>>
Remember, though, Red is an angry beserker loli sister figure sitting in our lap.
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>>28977765
>You REALLY need a drink, now.
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>>28977765
>You REALLY need a drink, now.
>Talk to Tarin.
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>>28977863
dunno about loli but her age generally puts her as a little sister typically, not that she's agreeing at the moment.
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>>28977765
>Other
we have a witch on your lap. she attempting to show where her "domain" is at and force other rivals off. we just take it and enjoy it. (pic related)
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How old are we and how old are the witches?
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>>28977765
>>Other
Play Red's hand
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>>28977765
>You REALLY need a drink, now.
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>>28978018
[x] Do this.

I like it.
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oh crap.

Red is gonna steal Cap's drink.
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>>28977966
Pierce is 25
Red is 18
Janice is 24
Tarin is 22
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>>28977966

Best possessive little sister.
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>>28977765
>Other
Put Red in Tarin's lap and have Pierce sit in Janice's lap
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>>28978052
All delishioisly legal
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>>28978052
Wow Red's older than I expected... and Janice has a very acceptable age gap.
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>>28978068
Well, you don't want the Bureau to knocking your door.
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>>28977765
>Other: This is nothing. We are a rock. We are a stone.
>Talk with Tarin.
>>28978052
WELL THANKS MERC FOR RUINING MY FANTASIES, COUGAR WITCH QUEST NEVER
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>>28978069
So does Tarin.....
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>>28978085

Yes, I bet something's like a rock right now.
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>>28977765
"I REALLY need a drink." You sigh as you snatch Red's cards out of her hand and play them. Pocket aces. You then gently lift Red off your lap, get up, and set her down on your chair. "You guys keep an eye on them. Make sure they wander off or anything."

"Yes sir." Your crew affirms.

"Tarin, you're with me."

Tarin silently nods and follows you back to the bar.

"So Tarin, I notice you're still pretty sober. Have you not been drinking, or do you just have a natural tolerance to it?"

"I... don't really like drinking, sir. Let's put it that way." Tarin mumbles.

>Okay, that's all I need to know.
>Really? Why?
>Other
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>>28978052

Well, there goes the little sister thing...
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>>28978085
You should be lucky he didn't make them all jailbait.

>>28978106
True true.

>>28978111
>>Okay, that's all I need to know.

Let's not pry too hard.
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>>28978111
>Okay, that's all I need to know
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>>28978111
>>Really? Why?
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>>28978115
To be fair she did act akin to a little sister type.
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>>28978111
>Really? Why?

If she says she rather not talk about it, then we back off.
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>>28978111
>>Really? Why?
Probably a story attached. Be interesting to hear it.
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>>28978055
indeed
>>28978052
THANK YOU! now i have no guilt for hitting on our witches.
>>28978085
ah, but to me, this has only enhanced it!
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>>28978115
A 7 year difference is still enough to be a little sister.
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>>28978111
>Really? Why?

Kinda don't want push but... want to know more.
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>>28978111
>>Okay, that's all I need to know.
lets keep curiosity on check for now. She'll talk if she feels like it.
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>>28978155

Like that's stopping the playerbase in 89 proper.
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>>28978111
>Really? Why?
i just gotta know.
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>>28978111
>Okay, that's all I need to know.
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>>28978052
At first i frown, since in original material witches lose their power once hit 20s.

then i remember this is SWQ 'verse.

Never followed original SWQ though, maybe i really should on my free time.
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>>28978111
>Okay, that's all I need to know.

Drunken abuse in her past? idk

PJW89 lewds when?
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>>28978111
>>Okay, that's all I need to know.
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>>28978166
They're going more off of personality for the most part, though... nah this isn't the place for it.
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>>28978111
>Okay, that's all I need to know.
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>>28978111
>That's all I need to know

Maybe add "Like staying alert huh?"

Tarin sounds like the type of person who likes to stay alert, or there was something that happened because of alcohol.
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>>28978115
I thought she was 16...weird?

I still think she is the little sister type
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>>28978111
>Really? Why?

Let's just ask if she doesn't mind sharing
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>>28978270
oh she is definitely our imouto, and after Janice's display of HIPS, I am all for her right now
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>>28978085
Cougar Witch Quest
>You are ensign John Doe
>Your mission:
>1) do research, run information, and do the paperwork that keeps the witch academy running
>2) do not get molested by the lonely matrons
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>>28978111
>>Really? Why?
If you don't mind me asking, if not, I understand

>>28978295
I really want to see that now...
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>>28978270

Meh, I'm entirely open to the idea of a Red route myself.

Then again, I wouldn't mind a Janice...
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>>28978295
>Implying witch matrons are lonely
>Inplying the single ones don't just have a half dozen or so young men on call all day and night
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>>28978293
She's still second behind Tarin for me, but it is a close second
>Really? Why?
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>>28978111
"Really? Why?" You ask, genuinely curious. It wasn't often you could get the normally quiet Tarin to be talkative. "You like staying alert, do you?"

"Something like that." Tarin sighs.

"Well, no big deal, I won't force you to drink or anything." You say, picking up a fresh shot of Jack Daniels and downing it in one gulp. The burning sensation at it went down your throat did wonders to loosen you up a bit.

"Reload?" The airman asks.

"Nah, I'm good." You shake your head. "Anyways, why don't you drink?"

"Well, you know alcohol affects people differently, right?" Tarin says.

"Yeah." You nod.

"Well, Red gets energetic, Janice gets flirtatious and I... well... I get really sleepy." Tarin says guiltily, as if it were some kind of deep shame for her.

"R-really?" You say, a bit underwhelmed.

"Yeah." Tarin nods. "I really don't like it. Makes me feel helpless."

Hm, well, it's starting to be more understandable now, especially considering Tarin was used to being alone most of the time.

"Well, don't worry, you've got me and the others to watch out for you. You're not alone here." You say reassuringly.

"Yeah." Tarin nods and says nothing else.

Man, and you seemed to be on a roll, too.

>Engage in more conversation with Tarin.
>Start heading back to the poker table.
>Other
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>>28978319
>Implying Matrons aren't after him for the thrill of the chase
>Implying Matron who bags him doesn't get bragging rights for foverver anda day for Bagging the man with the monk-like libido
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>>28978316
Janice is in the lead right now, Tarin is second I guess.

Red acts like a much younger girl, she isn't like say Ice and showing a sensibility beyond her age. No amount of bluntly flaunting one's charms could make up for that.

>>28978430
>>Start heading back to the poker table.
We should really see what's going on now.
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>>28978430
>>Start heading back to the poker table.

Oh boy...

Janice will have the entire table curled around her pinky right about now.
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>>28978430
>Start heading back to the poker table.
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>>28978430
>>Start heading back to the poker table.
and sit in Janice's lap
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>>28978430
seconding >>28978504 lets show Red two can play that game and assert our dominance
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>>28978504

>implying Janice won't just slide over so we do so anyways.
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>>28978430
>Start heading back to the poker table.
Better make sure nothing bad is happening...

>>28978504
>>28978527
Bad Anons. Stop.
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>>28978474
Or red will surprise us further.
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>>28978571
While I know it's a bad line of thought, it's a tempting one, VERY tempting
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>>28978430
>>Engage in more conversation with Tarin.

This is a very rare opportunity guys, we get to know more about the engima that is tarin

At least, invite her to join in
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>>28978581
What you're saying is Pierce will be the meat of a Witchy sandwich?
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>>28978504
i second this!
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>>28978635
I have no objection to this.
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>>28978613
Doesn't mean you should suggest and/or support such things, Anon!
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>>28978504
No, bad, bad, bad

>Engage in more conversation with Tarin.
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>>28978430
>Engage in more conversation with Tarin.

>Invite her to play poker, needs to socalize
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>>28978430
>>Start heading back to the poker table.
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>>28978430
>>Start heading back to the poker table.

Better make sure that Red doesn't get into too much trouble.
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>>28978635
Or Red will have laid claim to us already and others have acknowledged her victory.
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>>28978430
>Start heading back to the poker table.
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>>28978693
>>28978699
>>28978717
Can we at least Invite her to join, don't leave her out.
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>>28978785
I think she's going to follows anyways man...
>>
>Kind and motherly
>Well developed
>Capable of flirtatious lewd
>1 year our junior instead of 7

Welp, looks pretty obvious who's going to win.
Red after she confesses to us after Tank bitch breaks her leg or someshit, duh. You do know where you are right?
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>>28978815
>You do know where you are right?

If Merc pulls that out for a third time... Yeah, I'll be done with him and anything he writes. Really, that kinda of stunt can only be pulled once before it starts backfiring badly.
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>>28978815
Hopefully Merc won't repeat that again. I may have tolerated it (at least) the first two times, but the third time's the breaking point.
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>>28978815
>>28978864


Don't jinz it...

I'm still in the Tarin camp but a Janice is fine too
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>>28978895
please dont 'jinz' in this thrad
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>>28978815
guys.... it'll be none of them, i say bitch tits will be the one to bag him in the end. it's the ones you lest expect some times.
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>>28978991
This is the para-rescuers. We are going to be dead by the end of it. Especially with the way anons are playing this.
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>>28978991
>bitch tits

You haven't been reading feelthyHornet stuff now have you?

>>28979012
This is almost the most likely ending sadly.
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>>28979012
there is that too. we might land the bad end for once.
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>>28979038
We got disabled in our second mission.

Second.

The first being against no enemies at all except the weather.
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>>28978430
"Come on, let's head back." You say.

Tarin nods silently as she follows you back to the table.

And, well, you can't help but admit that what you're seeing is something that you totally expected. Apparently, Red was pretty much cleaning everybody out, and nobody could figure out why. Then again, you suppose that they're all just being thrown off by Red's extremely aggressive playing style, which made little to no sense at all.

"GO FISH!" She yells, dropping her cards onto the table.

"...that's a straight, Red." Rex sighs.

"...which is the winning hand." Hoskin shakes his head.

Janice wasn't really doing so well either, judging from her rather small pile of chips. You never figured her as a good liar when she was sober, and doubly so when tipsy, since she telegraphed her tells even more. Even though you doubt Red was perceptive enough top pick up on it, the rest of the crew was taking advantage of this fact to stay in the game.

"Hey, I hope you guys didn't get eliminated already." You sigh.

"Her moves make no sense." Bullseye frowns.

>Try your luck.
>Nah, you're having more fun seeing Red make all these guys sweat.
>Other
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>>28979030
yes i have, but i can't help to keep calling her that. the name stuck to me.
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>>28979050
>Nah, you're having more fun seeing Red make all these guys sweat.
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>>28979038
If people can't pull their heads out of their asses it will happen.

>>28979050
>Nah, you're having more fun seeing Red make all these guys sweat.

This is great.
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>>28979050
>>Try your luck.
DEFEAT THE RED MENACE
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>>28979046
there's the hope that anon will stop being retarded, seeing how screwing up isn't magically handwaved or encouraged.

>>28979050
>>Try your luck.
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>>28979046
And we almost got Red killed the third mission.

>>28979050
[x]>Nah, you're having more fun seeing Red make all these guys sweat.

Best little sister. I look forward to her reaction in the morning.

Next time we go up against tanktits we give some alcohol to Red. Then we will win for sure!
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>>28979050
>>Other

TAKE OVER FOR JAN.
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>>28979050
>>Try your luck.
>Other

Drag Tarin, let's test her poker face
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>>28978991
Sure, a route lock railroad would piss me right off, but NTRing Wilkins? I will spit fire and shit fury.
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>>28978991
You mean her XO as she seemed a bit interested in him.
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>>28979075
>hope

I feel bad for you.
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>>28979050
>>Try your luck.
sit down next to Janice and help her out while we play
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>>28979050

>>Other
Raker's having trouble. Help her play her hands.
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>>28979050
>Make Tarin Play, I want to see her poker face at work
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>>28979080
Well that wasn't so much blatant stupidity as a situation where she was at a disadvantage.
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>>28979110
>>28979114

[x] Make Tarin play Janice's hands.
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>>28979085
>>28979107
>>28979110

yesssss
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>>28979114
>>28979050

This, her poker face will be useful
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>>28979119
True. Anons did well on that one. No obvious dumb moves.
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>>28979050
>>Other
Raker's having trouble. Help her play her hands.

And she'll be draped over cap
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>>28979085
>>28979110

We should ask her first.

Let's not force it.
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>>28979053
No, not the name. She's falling into the traditional Witch-Tech romance.
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>>28979050
>Make tarin Play poker

Make her be social!
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>>28979150
yeah while it wasn't perfect, we succeded in the task (saving the guys) and left in one piece/by our own power.
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>>28979175
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>>28979050
>Other

Invite Tarin to play a hand
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>>28979213

she just wants to have a good look at her cards
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>>28979179
Agreed I don't mind going do this route as long as we give the girl an out if she doesn't want too.
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>>28979050
>Other

Tarin, join in a game, we need all the help we can get
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>>28979050
>>>28979261
this
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>>28979224
>>28979318
This
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>>28979050
Well, you decide that you'll just sit back and let Red make the rest of the guys sweat for a bit. However, it didn't quite feel right to you to just stand by and let them take advantage of Janice like that. It seemed like the poor girl needed some help. You lean in next to Janice.

"Looks like you're having some trouble there, Janice. Need some help?"

"Mmmm, maybe just a bit of help." Janice giggles.

"Here, let me see." You playfully snatch Janice's cards out of her hand and take a look at them.

"Ah! Give those back, please!" Janice yelps.

"I'm just borrowing them." You say and look up. "Hey Tarin, you should join in too."

"No, I think I'm-"

"NONSENSE." You say. "You should sit down and play some cards!"

"Is that an order or a suggestion?" Tarin raises an eyebrow.

"Whatever works."

Tarin sighs and takes a seat, and Hoskins deals her her cards.

You glance at your cards, and then the cards already on the table. There was only one card left to play, and if you were luck, if that card was a diamond, you'd get a flush. Everybody seems to be betting rather conservatively, suggesting they didn't have good hands, while Red pretty much put down half her huge pile of chips, though that could mean anything.

Trying to read Tarin was like trying to read a stone tablet written in Byzantine.

"Hmmm, seems like we're in a tough spot." You whisper into Janice's ear.

"R-really?" Janice stammers as she shifts in her seat nervously.

>Go for it! All in!
>Be conservative. Just call the bet.
>Too dangerous. Fold.
>Other
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>>28979436
>>Be conservative. Just call the bet.
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>>28979436
>>Other
Ask Jan what she wants to do. Then do the opposite.
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>>28979436
>[ ] Other

Raise the bet but don't go all in.
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>>28979436
>>Be conservative. Just call the bet.
>>28979459
That could work
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>>28979436
>Be conservative. Just call the bet.
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>>28979436
>stone tablet written in Byzantine

Greek. They spoke Greek.
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>>28979459
Considering how she's been acting, she probably wants to bet her bra or something similar.
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>>28979499
and she is more than welcome to, when its a private poker game between us and her
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>>28979499

...you have me at attention
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>>28979499
I doubt she'd go that far as she doesn't seem anywhere as drunk as Red.... who might do that.

>>28979436
>>Be conservative. Just call the bet.
>>
>Other

>puff on inhaler
>bleed slightly from a derangement in one of your tear ducts

Wrong quest

>>28979436
>call
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>>28979436
You shrug and put in a moderate bet. Just enough to meet the minimum.

"You know, we could always bet more than just chips..." Janice whispers as she undoes the first couple of buttons on her shirt.

"No." You cut her off. "At least not in public."

"Awww, fine." Janice sighs.

Finally, the last card is played.

It's definitely what you need. You've got the flush. However, you try to stay stoic so as not to give away any tells.

"Oooooh, is that a good hand?" Janice asks.

"Maybe." You sigh. She was totally going to give it away.

"ALL IN, MOTHERFUCKERS!" Red cackles as as shoves her entire pile of chips into the center of the table.

"All right, I'm all in too." Tarin say nonchalantly.

The others seem a bit more uncertain, but they eventually all go all in too.

The way you figure, you've got a good chance at winning, but you're afraid that someone here on the off chance might have a better hand.

>Be decisive! All in!
>Be cautious! Fold!
>Other
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>>28979707
>>Be decisive! All in!

DEATH OR GLORY!

I think Merc was inspired by the discussion.

>"At least not in public"
our sentiments exactly.
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>>28979707
>>Be decisive! All in!
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>>28979707
>>Be decisive! All in!
WE MUST BOUNCE! Channel the power of the MCs of yesteryear!
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>>28979707
>Be decisive! All in!
BRING IT ON!
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>>28979707
>>Be decisive! All in!
and also, after the party, we need to 'coach' Janice at poker
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>>28979707
>Be decisive! All in!

We will lose, but it's just a game, and I rather be stupid here then in the field
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>>28979707
>All in.
>tfw I don't know what I'm dooooooooiiiiiiiiing
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>>28979839
You aren't the only one
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>>28979707
Well screw it, you might as well go all in. What's the worst that can happen?

"Okay, all in." You grin and lay down your cards. "Flush-"

"Four of a kind." Tarin says, dropping down her cards.

"Jenga!" Red snickers. Her hand didn't even have anything at all.

"Oh, I guess I win." Tarin tilts her head. "Huh."

Well, that was a bit unexpected.

"Well it looks like we've got a winner." Hoskins sighs and checks his watch. "Well shit it's getting late. We'd better start packing it up."

"Yeah, we'll handle things here, sir." Rex says. "You can probably head back to the barracks."

"Yeah, I guess." You nod. You and Tarin could each help get Red and Janice back to the barracks. Neither of them seemed to be in any condition to be wandering around the base.

"So, how do we handle this, sir?" Tarin asks.

>Carry Red.
>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>>Carry Janice.

We kind of owe her with the losses.
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>>28979982
>>Carry Red.
Pants waifu is best waifu. Also we're in the same room.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red

As much as I want to carry Janice or Tarin, it makes sense to carry our roomate
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>carry janice.
We do owe her
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
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>>28979982
>>Carry Red.

Janice can take care of herself, Red...not so much.
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Rolled 2

>>28979982
Sad part is Tarin could carry them both...

[1] Red
[2] Janice

Because I really don't have pick here.
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>>28979996
what losses? the game was all of bragging rights, and since she's about as sober as Charlie Sheen in a dive bar, she isn't going to remember this.
>>28979982
Red. Why carry Janice only to switch over once we get to the rooms? Waste of effort. Besides, at this point we might need to bodily carry Red, considering she's drunk ass over elbow.
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>>28979982
>>Carry Janice.
We just lost her money right?
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
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>>28979982
This guy's got a point
>>28979996

>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.

Conveniently, Red happens to be our roommate.
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>>28980031
And the dice say Janice so let it be.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
she is are roommate only option that makes sense
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.

>>28980006
also in the same building so it does not matter
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>>28980040
this wasn't a betting game.
>"Yo, Captain, nice to see you finally join us!" Hoskins grins as you take a seat at their table. "I see you've been having some fun already."

>"Oh yeah, loads." You say sarcastically.

>"Hah, well, let's see how good they are at cards, then!" Bullseye grins. "Don't worry, no real money, just bragging rights."

>"And the loser has to wash the Pave Hawk." His copilot Snips adds in.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.

Uuuuh, Janice didn't really lose anything, and Red is our roommate.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
gotta help are rommie
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>>28979982
>Carry Tarin, disregard protests.
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
princess carry her
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>>28980071
>Janice didn't really lose anything
Except perhaps a little dignity.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red.
help out the Roomie
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>>28980067

so janice needs to help wash the pave hawk?

I think we owe her the carry then.
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
Over one shoulder
>Carry Red.
Over the other

Fucking seriously, why have none of you thought of this yet?
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>>28980097
Technically, EVERYBODY lost. Except for Tarin.

In this case Tarin gets to choose who the official "loser" is, so you might not want to get on her bad side.
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>>28980097
everyone other then Tarin has to wash it
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>>28980097
seeing as we lost with her, we can wash it too, and hopefully she washes it in a bikini
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>>28980097
Unlikely. I'm assuming the game was jumpers and witches vs crew chief and pilot/copilot. Witch wins, so Hoskins, Bullseye, and Snips get to wash the chopper.
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>>28980111
Ha... Ha... Ha....
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>>28979982
seconding >>28980105
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>>28980111
Depends on what she does to the loser in which case, I do not mind
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>>28980105
Because he just got out of the hospital a few hours earlier. Probably going to hurt something. Then Tarin is going to have to carry three people.
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>>28979982
>Carry Red

ESTA PASANDO

She's our roommate.

I suspect we'll be hearing more about this in the future, either way.
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>>28979982
>Carry Janice.
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>>28979982
While you would have liked to just carry them both at once and save Tarin the trouble, you weren't THAT strong. Even PJ's had their limits.

"Hey Tarin, you mind helping me out here? I'll take Red you take Janice?"

"Sure." Tarin nods, helping prop up Tarin by putting her arm around her shoulders. Janice wasn't so far gone that she couldn't walk. She just needed a bit of assistance.

"Thanks, Tarin." Janice smiles. "You're such a good girl, aren't you!"

"I guess..."

Meanwhile, you figure that Red really isn't in any condition to walk at all, so you decide to carry her piggyback, since it'd be the most efficient method.

As you make the long trek back to your barracks, you start to hear snoring, and you realize that both Red and Janice seem to have fallen asleep. You turn to see that Tarin had switched from shoulder support to princess carry to accommodate the change in the situation.

>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
>Other
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>>28980194
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980194
>>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980194
Just laugh and shake our head, basically;
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980194
>>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.

aw. no carrying the raker.
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>>28980194
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980194
>>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980194
>>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.

Mph, so it begins.
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>>28980194
>>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980194
>>28980215
>>28980225
>>28980236
Why? This is potential character developement?

>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980194
>>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980253
I think you know why. All I'll say is a chance of backfire.

That and reading GuPQ made me wary moments like this.
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>>28980194
>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980269
How will this back fire?
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>>28980194
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.

Yeah, this a moment.
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>>28980194
>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
"Lightweights... The both of them."
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>>28980194
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980194
>>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980194
>[X]Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
>"So does she often get like this?"
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>>28980289
with her type of character trying to force a discussion can backfire as it could be seen as prying. This is something I've learned in all my reading. So generally a quiet moment has less risk.

Also this has better not be a prelude to a forced routelock.
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>>28980194
>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980194
>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980316
Not asking her about the party or if she enjoyed herself will consider prying?
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>>28980316
>"I kinda wish Janice was my roomate right now."
>Tarin gets a distant foggy look in her eyes. >"TOO LATE MORTAL, THE PATH IS SET, YOUR FATE IS SEALED."
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>>28980342
If it was anything smalltime like that, it wouldn't be stated like it did. the ".....stuff" implies something of weight.
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>>28980363
Or you know stuff? Bullshitting. Talking like human begins do.
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>>28980361
well we wound up like we did due to anon choosing to duck out (in a lame ass attempt to avoid "waifuing")

But yeah I have a feeling things will become messy.
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>>28980194
>>Stay silent and appreciate the moment.
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>>28980363
Stuff could also mean any random thing. Tarin isn't the easiest to talk to.
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>>28980194
>>Talk to Tarin about... stuff.
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>>28980376
>human begins
Okay clearly it's late for me...
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>>28980382
I thought that was a in character thing to do considering we're a guy with a bunch of witches
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>>28980404
It was in character to save Falynn's ass and boost her confidence every time she jobbed hard too.
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>>28980404
but in the end it was playing russian routelette, not outright avoiding the gunshot.

And the other choices could have been justifed in character. At least far more so than THAT moment.
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>>28980430
Red and Tarin I could see as Justified, Janice kind of less so.
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>>28980430
YOU HAD A CHOICE

HAD
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>>28980194
You just laugh and shake your head.

"Heh, never expected them both to be lightweights. Red, sure, but Janice? I thought she would have been a bit more resilient than that."

Tarin just shrugs and stays silent. You don't really say anything either, as you just appreciate the moment, being out here with some good friends. Makes you almost forget that you're in the middle of a war. It's a nice feeling, really, which leaves you wondering how you could have ever forgotten it.

By the time you return to the barracks, the entire building is dark with minimum lighting. You see a note left at the door from Bree informing you that she and her squadron are out on another night mission. Looks like you'll actually have a quiet night's sleep tonight.

As you reach your rooms, Tarin gives you a respectful salute. Janice, who's manage to wake up a bit, tries to salute as well, but her coordination is off and she accidentally karate chops Tarin in the forehead. Though if the girl was annoyed or hurt by this, she gave no sign.

After entering your room, you gently set Red down on her bed. She's still completely out cold. Not wanting her to sleep with her uniform on, you carefully and quietly unbutton her shirt and pants and strip her down to her underwear, all the while reminding yourself that this was for practical, not sexual reasons.

You also make a mental note to get Red to shower first thing in the morning. You knew enough that she'd be waking up feeling less than 100%. You drape her with her blanket and set down a glass of water on her desk. She was going to need it.

You take a big yawn yourself and settle into your bed.

And in your alcohol addled dreams, you see swirling visions of swaying hips, feel the weight of a young girl sitting on your lap, and are vaguely of a hunter's eyes slowly settling on you...

>And that's it for tonight! Gonna be busy on Friday and Saturday so next thread is going to have to be on Sunday!
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>>28980447
>And in your alcohol addled dreams, you see swirling visions of swaying hips, feel the weight of a young girl sitting on your lap, and are vaguely of a hunter's eyes slowly settling on you...

hueeeeeeeeeeeee
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>>28980447
I like that last line, thank you Merc.

Also Hornet, more bitchtits?
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>>28980447

tarin will never win a waifu wars
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>>28980439
it's not a choice when the mindless masses go one way.... or a candiate gets his father's friends to rig an election.

>>28980463
See the pic
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>>28980447
fuck
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>>28980447
>Sunday!
God no please. Just wait until next week.
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>>28980480
Actually it's terribly even barring Merc pulling the whole "post life threat confession" card yet again. If it was one sided, I wouldn't have this feeling of a war brewing.
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>>28980447

Ruh-roh
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>>28980491
How is this bad?
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>>28980500
>hunter's eyes

Why are the Russians all yandere for us? Every god damn time.
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>>28980481
>it's not a choice when the mindless masses go one way.... or a candiate gets his father's friends to rig an election.

wat
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>>28980512
And you got it wrong. Congrats!
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>>28980500
possibly the sunday thing which might be a bad time as some people may have to work on monday. Personally I'm inclined to agree with >>28980492 for among other reasons, Pierce's retard moment occured on a sunday (likely a result of the more intellegent voters not being able to catch it)

>>28980512
It could be referring to Tarin who fancies herself a hunter of sorts.
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>>28980512

Thats not the russian.

It's Tarin
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>>28980519
It ceases to be a choice when the vote is going one way with no hope of turning it.... or when the choice is otherwise rigged. I used the 2000 election as an example of the latter.
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>>28980447
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>>28980512
It's tarin
>>28980522
I know, a lot of stupid stuff happens on a sunday
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>>28980520
>>28980522
>>28980524
>>28980544
I'll just go and shoot myself now
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>>28980447
>Sunday
Can we just agree not to do this day? Ever. Thru-Sat works fine. Perfect even.
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>>28980541
>.jpg
>open file
>fully animated
the fuck?
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>>28980574

4chan image swap bug
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Well, you might have a point about Sunday.

If you don't want me to run sundays, then it's either wait till next week or I run a really late thread on saturday.
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>>28980574

That wasn't what I uploaded.

Fuck, I didn't even know it was my post until I saw that little "you" sign next to the quote.
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Good run, Merc!

>>28980472
The rest of the flight back to Elemdorf would be spent retelling the short but intense battle with the Soviet witch to Stalker flight. All four women were pushing the very limits of their magical endurance as things stood, so rather than return separately they decided unanimously in favor of safety in numbers. Coming back to base meant another pass through the storm that was currently rolling over it, but as far as they could tell, the only real threat was the snow, the cold, and the high wind gusts. It didn't stop the witches from constantly checking around them, even after they'd come well within the SAM envelope protecting Elemdorf.

Landing could not come soon enough. Taxiing towards the hangar felt like a sort of torture, seeing warmth in the distance as an actual physical thing, but unable to partake in it. To Holly's right, holding tightly onto her hand, was Chris. She'd had to help Holly put her strikers down safely on the icy tarmac, as she was so exhausted that the engines were struggling to maintain even output.

She found herself looking for Wilkins among the techs that had sprinted out into the storm to help the witches inside, representing in her mind all things involving not being freezing, and most importantly, warm boots. Like the hangar itself, like Chris, it all seemed very far away.

"Ch-Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"L-legs are feeling c-c-cold..."

"You didn't just say that!" Alarm filled the blonde's voice. Holly only grunted in response.

"GET 'EM INSIDE!" Wilkins was shouting, in the lead of all the techs, driving a small cart that was trailing Holly's striker stand.

"GET HER INSIDE FIRST!" Chris shouted back.
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>>28980595
Late Saturday Thread please.
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>>28980595
I'm a patient man, Merc. I can wait for non-late ass thread.
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>>28980595
I can live with late saturday, so can many others.
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>>28980608
Techs scrambled to secure Holly's strikers to the stand. A red warning light flashed on her MFD and HUD Goggles. They'd just rolled into the hangar itself when the MFD started emitting a low pitched ping. Steam escaped the strikers, and Holly was pushed up and out of them, falling into Wilkins and another tech's waiting arms. She felt Wilkins strip off her thoroughly soaked coat and slip a warm poncho liner over her shivering shoulders.

"You still with me?" he asked.

"So with you," she drunkenly replied.

She blinked, and found herself waking up next to Chris on a workbench, wrapped with her underneath the Best Yellow Blanket Ever as far as she was concerned. She was still shivering, but nowhere near as cold as before.

"Nnnngh," Holly yawned. "G'mornin'."

"You idiot," Chris started, as soon as she noticed that Holly was concious. "I told you to get some sleep. You insisted on doing a favor for Spellcaster, and this is what it gets you."

"Can the lecture wait 'till later?" Another yawn. "It's comfy here-"

"NO IT CAN'T!" Chris shouted. "You have any idea how it looked to me when you fell OUT of your strikers? For chrissakes! If Wilkins and Andrews hadn't been there, you'd have cracked your head on the ground-"

"Hey, take it easy on her," Wilkins insisted. "I think she knows that things didn't go her way tonight."

"Yeah, listen to Wilkins, Chris." To that, the blonde witch only grinned.

"To be fair to the Lt. Colonel, you did scare the shit out of me ma'am," Wilkins confessed, sitting down next to Holly. Chris not so subtly scooted her closer to him. "We almost called a doc, thought you got hurt in the scrap we'd all heard about, but Chris insisted you were just cold and exhausted."

"Did you take care of Stalker?" Holly asked.
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>>28980589
I'd agree, but I fucking saved it as a .jpg and opened it in chrome, and it animated anyway.
I'll even upload it.
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>>28980628
and it fucking changed. Kefka fuck.
Fuck it, I don't into software.
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>>28980627
"Hell, they practically took care of themselves. They're the ones who found blankets we could use for ya, we've got more space heaters to dry off any incoming witches." MacLeod sighed with genuine relief.

"Thanks, I mean it. You're really going above and beyond on this, Sergeant."

"We're support, so we're supporting." He shrugged. "I oughta get going, gotta brief the oncoming shift."

"So soon?" Chris teased. "There's plenty of room under here."

Holly glared invisible deathrays at Chris. Wilkins opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and walked off, waving as he went.

-

"I feel like I'm missing something here," Holly confessed. "I fall out of the strikers, the guys catch me, I remember Wilkins giving me the poncho, and then I'm waking up next to you and the world is a lot warmer and fuzzier."

"You passed out."

"H-how long was I-"

"Fifteen minutes or so." Chris looked away. "I don't wanna talk about it, I was freaking out. I've been freaking out from the moment you got attacked. Are your legs still cold?"

"Not anymore."

"Seriously?"

"I am, I'm fine-" Holly paused to fight another yawn. "I mean, that was the weakest my magic has ever felt to me in my life, and I think that was an honest-to-goodness witchkiller, but I'm fine."

"How can you be so damned calm about it?" Chris growled.

"You bug me about men all the time to piss me off, call it payback or something."

"Disproportionate response, MacLeod." Chris snapped. "Romance is one thing, you being alive is...hell it's not even in the same universe, and you damn well know it." Sighing, Chris wrapped her friend up in a hug. "I shoulda been running even closer. Could have prevented the bounce altogether, she probably figured she had enough time to...down you before I could properly assist."
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>>28980628

>works like a gif
>named like a gif

looks like a gif, mate.
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>>28980637
"I insisted on a combat spread, that's on me." She returned the hug from Chris, shaking both from the lingering cold and from remembering the look on the Russian's face. "And maybe if I'd been more awake, or maybe if she'd hit us earlier in our search, it wouldn't have been a problem to begin with. I dunno. And...maybe I should have listened to you about getting some more sleep."

"Maybe." Chris let Holly go, shrugging her way out from under the blanket. "I'll go run to the barracks and let everyone know you're okay. You owe us all some of your famous hot wings for this, and that's a price I damn well will make sure you pay."

Watching her friend leave, Holly wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, hugging her legs closer to her body. Her mind was replaying everything leading up to, during, and after the duel.

'Lucky, lucky MacLeod.' She clenched onto the blanket with her hands as tight as she could.

Her eyes started to water up. She wanted this whole week to be over with. She wanted the war to take a month off so she could go back home to the farm and see her parents again. She wanted to not make her squadron so worried. All that time spent, worrying about the morale of her wing, worrying about joint units, wanting to keep her girls from ending up like Spellcaster. She'd almost ended up being a Frank Bishop herself.

She wondered how Chris would have looked, reporting to the base commander that she'd taken on the role of Wing Commander, replacing her friend of ten years, killed by some random night witch on her last patrol. She once again saw Lt. Kerner fighting the urge to break down as she reported Spellcaster's combat readiness.

"Are you sure you're alright?" came the voice of Wilkins. She hadn't even heard him approach.
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>>28980447
>Merc actually enjoys the shitstorms
>He tests the waters to find out least likely girl
>Then route locks her in notes
>We don't know until after tons of threads of false hope
>hfw
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>>28980640
I will fucking screen cap and upload the cap.
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>>28980652
"Ah..."

"...Bad time?" He took a seat next to her once again.

"No, no it's...it's the perfect time, really." Holly buried her face in the blanket, as though that would hide her from him. She couldn't fathom how she'd managed to act so blase about a near-death experience mere moments ago. It didn't help that she was so tired, she just wanted to stay under the blanket, and not move unless absolutely necessary.

"I...uh, almost cost you that record." Her voice was muffled by the blanket.

"What?"

"All those days with no downchecked strikers."

"Worry more about yourself, ma'am." Wilkins moved closer to her. "Strikers are equipment, you're a person."

"That's what I do." She sniffled. "I can't help it. I worry about things."

"That's funny, I do that for a living too." For her benefit, he tried to laugh. It was a pretty poor attempt.

"Is that why you're here?"

"Well, it's not 'cause of my job, if that's what you're wondering."

"Worried about me?" Holly snorted. "I'm a witch. Flying the unfriendly skies, zapping steelwings with near impunity, snappy dresser, I think I can-"

"Yeah."

Confusion swept across her face as she lifted it away from the blanket to stare at him, before looking away as soon as her eyes met his.

"O-okay then." She said. The blanket was unbelievably warm quite suddenly.

"I could go get some sack time," he started to excuse himself. "I mean, if you want me to buzz off I can-"

"No, I didn't mean it like that-" a small lump of blanket hesitantly extended away from Holly towards Wilkins.

"-after all, there's a new shift up and-" he stopped walking as a blanket-covered hand managed to tug on one of his pant legs.
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>>28980679
"Wilkins?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"It's fine, I really don't mind if-" Holly seemed to freeze in place, thinking about what she was going to say next. She coughed an extremely fake cough. "M-maybe you should get some rest." She seemed to sink deeper into the pile of blanket.

"And so should you." He grinned an infectious grin at the witch, she couldn't help but return it. "The El-Tee-Cee insists."

"No can do." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Paperwork for tonight's little scuffle."

"She said you'd say that." He raised an eyebrow right back at her. "I've also been ordered to relay to you that it can wait."

"I guess I should listen to her." She tossed the blanket at Wilkins; he easily caught it. She squinted at his name tag. "Uh, I...need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"What's your first name?" Holly asked, feeling embarrassed. "I mean, I really oughta know, right? It's kinda my job as Wing-"

"William. William Wilkins."

"Holly." She offered a handshake, and a moment later wondered if she'd squeezed his hand too hard. "Thanks for the poncho, Will...iam. I'm keeping it."

"And no thanks for catching you, Holly? Will's fine, by the way. Better than Billy Willy." He rolled his eyes at the nickname.

"Thanks for catching me, Will."

"Coulda gone pro, they tell me."

"Is witch-catching is an actual sport," she asked, leaning into his face, her hands on her hips, "or am I a football to you?"

"You're a lot...softer than a football," he confessed with a laugh.

"I'm a lot- What?!"

Two hours later, with misunderstandings explained and more knowledge about football (and more specifically, wide receivers) than she'd ever expected to learn, Holly managed to drag her tired self to the the Witch Barracks. Chris was waiting for her, angry and ready to lecture her wayward commander until she noticed a certain poncho, turning the lecture into an impromptu interrogation.
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>>28980595
run whenever you want and can
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>>28980628

As the original poster >>28980597 I can definitely confirm that it was the swap bug.
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>>28980672

and the MiB are telling you to deal with it.
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>>28980687
>I'm keeping it."
Is this like the first lesson they teach at the witch academy?
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>>28980687
-

If she had slept with pleasant dreams or horrifying nightmares, Holly awoke two hours later than she'd intended, remembering nothing but her head hitting the pillow, Chris snickering about the poncho.

The one she was still wearing. She pulled it tighter around herself as she slipped out of bed.

'I guess I did tell him I'm keeping it.' She blushed with embarrassment, digging through her closet to find a spare hangar for her new poncho. 'That was selfish of me, wasn't it? I'm pretty sure I still have my own standard issue liner packed away somewhere, I didn't need to take his.'

Chris was long gone for the morning, a note on her bed informing Holly that she'd disconnected the alarm clock. There was no getting mad about that, she hadn't felt so refreshed after a night's sleep since the war had started. By some miracle, there was even some warm water in the showers, despite having been quite literally the last witch in the entire wing to reach them. She had to fight the urge to start whistling before she reached the office.

"Hey you." Chris beamed at Holly, tossing a breakfast sandwich at the Colonel as she walked in, before vacating Holly's seat lest she be thrown out of it. "You slept like a brick, started snoring through my questions about Wilkins."

"Don't ruin this morning for me, I feel great," Holly allowed herself to enjoy the aroma from the sandwich before taking a huge bite. "Gawd, I'm hungry."

"Of course you would be, after what happened. Speaking of which, I put in my report to intel."
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>>28980702
that they are. Fuckers.
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>>28980710
"I'll start my own for them after I'm done with this. Pass the word to the wing, I think we'll need to make sure to emphasize how dangerous this witch was."

"Sure thing, Colonel," Chris smiled. "You're wearing it again."

"It's comfy," Holly defended her choice in wardrobe, unconsciously squeezing the poncho against herself as she did. "I'm giving it back to him anyway, I feel bad just saying that I was keeping it, he never even offered it in the first place."

"Youwhat-" Chris nearly gagged on her food. "Holly. Listen to me. Keep it."

"But-"

"KEEP. IT. Trust me, it's yours now."

"...I still feel bad about it."

"You would. What am I going to do with you, girl?"

"...Could you start with getting me another sandwich?"

-

And that's where we'll end for tonight. Work is getting in the way of further progress, so updates might be a little sparse from here on out.
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>>28980704
hard to say though at least Holly doesn't have to settle for smoeone else.
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>>28980728
>horny.jpg
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>>28980660
You have no proof of this.

I already destroyed my notes!
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>>28980728
>And that's where we'll end for tonight. Work is getting in the way of further progress, so updates might be a little sparse from here on out.

And we haven't even gotten to the mug! FUCK MAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
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>>28980728

You god damn cocktease feelthyhornet
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>>28980741
I want to get off Merc Command's rejoiceful ride.
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>>28980728
goddamnit, from abominable bitchtits to adorable

those are some nice feels FH

>>28980741
let us know when your going to run next, I'm looking forward to it
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>>28980741

mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeerc
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>>28980741
We are on to you though, though i really hope what that guy said WAS NOT true.
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>>28980741

Bravo Merc, bravo.
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>>28980824
>If next thread we avoid a girl or make a dumb combat choice, nobody panics, because it's all according to the votes
>But I write one little witch confessing then everyone loses their minds!
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Great thread, like always
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>>28980879
>"What are the votes?"
>"What difference does that make?"
>"Welllll depending on the votes, we could end up with one waifu...or several."
>"If you want to play games...then I'm going to need a cup of coffee."
>"Aaaaaaaaah the upvote, downvote routine?"
>"Not exactly."
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>>28981805
>Merc man, what are you gonna do with all your votes?
>You see I'm a QM of simple taste. I enjoy invested voters, spirited debate and character development
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