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Jordan is not rested. Yesterday, she found out she was supposed to be dead, that her dream vacation was a death sentence. Added to the strange grandeur of Milliways, and very intriguiging subliminal things she saw in that video, she is pretty strung out. She tries Lincoln's door, but he's not in. She goes downstairs and tries to request toast and cottage cheese. The bar, as ever, is accomodating. At least something seems certain, though she is wary to trust it just yet.
Mmm, breakfast.
Mmm, breakfast.
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Wash's eyebrows go up in frank surprise. Quickly, he gets to work worming his way through the other Milliways patrons until he reaches Lincoln.
"Hey, you okay?"
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"She's who what getting changed into what now?"
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He leans close to Wash. "Listen, she kissed me!" Lincoln points to his cheek. "I didn't tell her about sex or anything! She just did it! It wasn't creepy or slimy or anything! Isn't that great?"
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"Congratulations," he says instead, grinning. "I'd call that a step in good and right-making directions."
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Demurely, cautiously, she approaches both of them. "Lincoln? Who's your friend?"
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"Jordan! This is Wash, the -- well, one of the guys I was telling you about. Wash, Jordan Two-Delta. I told you about her."
Understatement of the year, Six-Echo.
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"Gāoxìng jìandào nĭ, Jordan," he says. "Yeah, you with the reputation preceding, I was wondering when I'd get to see what Lincoln was talking about."
And he can certainly see why Lincoln talks about her so much.
Hey: married, not dead.
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She takes his hand and squeezes it, not sure what else she should say.
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She doesn't. Hoppity hop, and up she goes, catching herself from falling by wrapping one arm around Lincoln's neck.
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That's pretty much what's on Lincoln's face as Jordan lands on him. He reels back into his seat and, of their own accord, his arms wrap around her waist to stabilize her.
He peers around her shoulder at Wash, eyes approximately the size of motorcycle tires. He doesn't even have the presence of mind to point out she's not usually like this. (Then again, is he complaining? Not at the moment, anyway.)
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"So, Jordan!" he continues brightly, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary (which it isn't) and Lincoln doesn't have the 'ohgodhelpme' look of a virginal thirteen-year-old on his first date (which he...okay, that's still up for debate). "How long've you two known each other?"
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He shakes his head, trying to correct her mussing it up. Well, if she's going to take liberties, so will he. Lincoln pokes her in the side.
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"Your friend is nicer than you. He doesn't pick on girls." She clears her throat and speaks directly to Wash, "I told you, he thinks he's smart. He wouldn't pick on a girl who can kick his butt if he was so smart."
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Merciless assault. Oh yes, Lincoln is a ruthless tickler. You learn something new every day.
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They're so adorable. Really. Even if they're disturbingly clueless.
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Oops. Looks like someone got ribbed by a thrashing limb. Not that it hurt. "Right! That's it! That's the last time I soften up the lunch lady before you want bacon!"
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Beat.
"Well, okay, I would, but not you."
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