Bourbon says *he noticed his gesture, complying as he flopped on the couch, stretching an arm over the back * Jesus christ...I should be used to information like that by now..but I still feel like I'm living a god forsaken fairy tale....A nightmarish one at that...*glances at him briefly then stares at the ceiling* When do I get to be part of the fun eh?...This guy needs a promotion yah know.
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Bourbon says *listens intently and tries not to chuckle at his child like ranting, nonchalantly puffing out another stream of smoke before pinching the near spent end of the cig between his fingers.* When has rules ever stopped you before though..?
Somethin' special about this guy?
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Bourbon says *he bit back the urge to continue giving this man a hard time seeing as he looked genuinely bothered...and..maybe to keep his head securely on his shoulders.* huh...No way to track them I'm guessin'? It isn't really like you to just..give up so easily.
*walks closer and grips his shoulder.* Either way...I wouldn't be so hard on yourself about it..you win some you lose some..for now..*winks*
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Bourbon says *his grouchy behavior made him lay off a bit, however he raised a brow curiously.* So someone beat me to it huh...Alright...Why're we sour?..Wheres the boo boo,... let ole Reuben here Kiss it and make it feel better~~~
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Bourbon says *deeply inhales and huffs smoke out of his nose then crosses his arms.* You call it trouble, I call it good fun. *tilts head and smirks passed his cigarette.* Do you.../want/ trouble Thatch?
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