"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.
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.”
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."
"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."
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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."
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"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."
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He doesn't mind. Let her be a little competitive.
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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.
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“I like a little excitement. You do too.”
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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.
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She puts out a hand for that bottle.
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"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?"
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“You’re fine. I figured we’d be friendly the first time we met.”
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