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*Faith is in the bar, ready to do her Security Staff duty at a moment's notice. Her Mun is looking forward to the violence.*

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2004-12-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Only thing is...I took a chance and...well, you saw the results, right?"

[sorry for the wait...my friend's RL exploded and I needed to pick up the pieces]

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2004-12-14 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Used to be a theif, now a secret agent for the ghettoest agency the government has to offer. In love with Kes and Bren. Utterly fucked by this thing in my head. Prepared to shove shattered pieces of a Garth Brooks album into a certain Swiss-Deutch asshole."

He shrugs.

"Story of my life."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2004-12-14 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"That one..." he quirks his head, "the one where he tries to be that other guy and it blows? That one. Poetic justice, I'd say."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2004-12-14 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
He breathes out deeply.

"Um, one of each, actually. The, uh, the guy one...is, um, kinda new. I mean, guys...prison...stuff, but, um, there's not usually, like...you know what I mean, right?"

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2004-12-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
And this...this is awkward. And he's getting kinda tired of awkward. Instead, he puts down a five and smiles at her.

"Drink on me? I...I gotta fly."

A look to his tattoo tells him he DEFINITELY has to fly.

"The little meter rules my life. I'll, uh...see you around?"