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10/20/2015 1:33:44 AM
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He speaks to her as he's brushing his teeth.
"So, there was this ad on the radio about some fireteam. I think I'm gonna join up."
He spits into the sink, starting to brush again.
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[b]She looks over at him, combing out her hair[/b] [i]"Mhmm"[/i]
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"Aaand I was wondering if you wanted to join up too." The words are close to inaudible through the toothbrush.
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[i]"Me? Join some militia?"[/i] [b]She lets out a sarcastic laugh[/b]
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He spits into the sink again. "Well, it's 2 billion Galactic credits and a name clear of any sort of bullshit." He shrugs. "I'm not passing that up."
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[i]"Knowing you, you wouldn't"[/i]
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He cleans out his toothbrush and sets it up in the cabinet. "Come on, it'll be fun. I promise." Dean grins.
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[b]She walks out of the bathroom, off to find her clothes[/b] [i]"I'm not exactly fit for combat"[/i]
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"They said it wouldn't be all combat." He follows her out and starts putting on deodorant, reaching for a shirt.
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[b]She was already clipping her bra into place, and buttons her pants as she slides her shirt over her head[/b] [i]"Deskwork? Rather shoot myself in the foot first"[/i]
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"Then come, hold a gun and look good. I'll do the desk work and the fighting." He pulls his shirt down.
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[b]She turns around to face him[/b] [i]"Mhmm..."[/i] [b]She sounds a little in convinced[/b]
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"It's two billion credits! Why aren't you jumping on this?" He smiles at her, starting to put on his work boots.
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[i]"Because that would mean combat, something I don't really look forward to"[/i] [b]She sighs[/b]
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"You ever actually been in a fight? Lotta fun when you're winning."
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[i]"No, I havnt Don't plan to either"[/i] [b]She crosses her arms[/b]
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He walks over and puts his arms on her shoulders, staring down, he kisses her. "I'll do the fighting for you then." Dean smiles down at her.
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[spoiler]Ladies man, lol[/spoiler] [b]She hesitates again, thinking[/b] [i]"Well, I guess it would work... Maybe, if I can get it, warship Commander?"[/i]
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] "Alright, Commander. Let's go." He smiles and leads her towards the door.
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[b]She turns, walking out the door She pulls her phone from her pocket, calling someone Following down the stairs, she eventually hangs up[/b]
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Before they leave, he grabs his own phone and leather jacket. Dean leads her to the Impala and opens the door for her. "It's ok, AC/DC won't take your hearing again." He chuckles a bit.
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[b]She steps into the car, smiling at his remark as she waits for him to start it up[/b]
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He closes the door and walks over to the driver side, stepping in and closing the door. He starts the car and Jimi Hendrix's Fire is playing. Dean smiles at the good song and back out of his parking space. He drives towards the coordinates from the ad. "So, who was that on the phone with you?"
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[i]"Family friend, asked for a personal transport ship"[/i]
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He nods. "Can it fit two?" He smirks a bit and takes his eyes off the road for a second, looking at her. Dean looks back at the road again.
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[b]She smirks, already knowing what he meant[/b] [i]"Yes it can, obviously"[/i]
