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!!0ZviLFh59My 03/15/12(Thu)02:32 No.18334145
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 "This is stupid," Ian grouses. He's still got his shotgun with him - he gave Kathy a load of beanbags right in the ass when she tried to take it away from him - but he's tolerating Perrine in her bathing suit within twenty feet of him, at least. She eyes him every half-second, but hasn't said anything yet. "There's a war on, you know. And we're fucking swimming?"
"We need a few hours off anyways, and this is as good a spot as any," Sean says, stretched out on the sand, enjoying the warmth. He sips at his flask. "Ya can drink booze out here just as well as inside."
"Inside there are doors, and walls, and suits of fucking armor," Ian says darkly.
"So what have you fools been up to, today?" you ask them.
Ian gives you a dark, haunted look.
"Ah."
"Me, I've been drinking and playing with our new radar and catching up on the butt-sluts. I mean, scuttlebutt. That, too," Sean says, and takes another sip. "How about you?"
"It was great," you say. "Chatted with Luke. Was even able to make a call home."
"Awesome."
"Yeah," you say, stretching. "Even talked to my sister, which was good."
"Neat~" Sean says. He raises his flask... then sets it aside, staring intently into the sky. "Wait. Fuck. You see that?"
"See what?" you say, shading your eyes and squinting into the sky.
"A distraction!" Sean yips, and he RUNS LIKE HELL. |
