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[stand_unshaken]

"Anything can become contraband if you start restricting it," he surmises- he knows all about that.

[dog_eat_dog]

“Don’t I know it,” she replies. “Never seems to stop anyone from doing it anyway, though.”

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"Governments like to have control over as much of people's lives as they can. Get people in trouble."

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“Yeah. I used to want to do something about that, but now I know the system works just fine for me. Just don’t get caught and it’s fine.”

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"You and I are more alike than you'd think," he says, with a little grin and a tap to his temple. He actually did think they were quite similar right away, but he enjoys pointing it out.

[dog_eat_dog]

She rolls her eyes a little, just to be contrary, but she smiles too.

"Uh huh," she replies. "Seeing as you figured your shit out first, that makes it easier for me."

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"Oh yeah. Shame I forgot my damn rulebook back home, so I'm gonna hafta play it by ear."

Damn, he's glad they were paired. He tosses her his journal when they walk up to the lounge, so she can open it herself.

[dog_eat_dog]

She catches it and opens up the door, and she tosses it back.

"Good thing I like playing it by ear," she replies. The best plans survive that way, evolving, adapting. "You competitive, Arthur?"

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"I dunno," he says, quite honestly. "What makes a man competitive? I like winnin' a game of cards as much as any man around."

[dog_eat_dog]

"I think it's less about how you feel about winning and more about how you feel about losing," she replies, amused.

[stand_unshaken]

"Now that's true. Here, I'm guessin' I'm a realist at heart. I like winning, but I know we all gotta lose at times."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Not me," she says. "If I lose, I'm taking everything back and then some in the next hand."

[stand_unshaken]

"Seen a lot of good fellas get their ass kicked thinking of it like that."

He doesn't mind. Let her be a little competitive.

[dog_eat_dog]

“And if they were serious about it, they’d dish out more than they just took,” she replies. A grin: “And then some.”

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"Admit it, you just want a fight," he tells her, grinning a little as he puts his journal back into his hip bag.

[dog_eat_dog]

A shrug.

“I like a little excitement. You do too.”

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"I'm a good Christian boy," he protests, as he goes to swipe a bottle of whiskey.

[dog_eat_dog]

"Wow," she replies, grinning. "Almost convincing."

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"I don't know what church you went to, but this was par for the course at mine," he says, grinning. He looks like a man who's never seen a church on the inside.

[dog_eat_dog]

"Arthur Morgan, any warden of mine would rightfully burst into flames crossing the threshold."

She puts out a hand for that bottle.

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He hands it to her, then leans an elbow on the bar as she continues to peruse.

"I know you ain't too fond of the whole structure of this, but I got the feeling you don't mind me too much. Do you?"

[dog_eat_dog]

Her smile flickers. She knows she gets attached quick, but she lets go just as fast; admitting out loud to being fond of anyone makes loss more difficult. That’s grim, though, and she’d rather not be. She plays it off, voice light:

“You’re fine. I figured we’d be friendly the first time we met.”

[stand_unshaken]

He grins and tips his head a little. "Well, here's to bein' fine. And let me just say that I am glad about it. Coulda worked with someone I didn't like, but glad it ain't the case."

[dog_eat_dog]

"The Admiral has some real shit ideas, but he had a good one here," she agrees. If she has to change her ways, if any of this has to happen, she's glad it's with someone she can at least share a drink with. "Not sure what'll come of it, but I'm sure we'll have a good time."