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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on Mar 7, 2008 10:53:43 GMT -5
*Sherman nodded slightly as they accepted his apology.*
"No Ma'am. Nothing else."
*Still at attention he stood motionless, his hands locked at his sides, his eyes drilling twin holes in the opposite wall. He waited.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 12:16:37 GMT -5
"Hate to tell ya, but there won't be no babies made with you standin' there."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 17:57:08 GMT -5
Damn right.
*Brandi swelled a bit indignant, but something tugged at her. Something half-remembered. He kinda reminded her of Sarge. Not as hot in a psycho fuzzy kind of way of course, but hell... She straightened, going out on a limb.*
"If that's all, you're dismissed."
Man, I hope I didn't just do something stupid.
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on Mar 7, 2008 18:17:34 GMT -5
*Sherman saluted briskly once again and turned a perfect about face which isn't as easy as it sounds in combat boots let me tell you. At the door he paused briefly, turning his head slightly in their direction.*
"And Ma'am... I like your hair better the other way."
*Stepping out he closes the door behind him, the sound of a key entering the lock and turning fades quickly, replaced by the clomp of his boots as he leaves the inn.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 18:26:21 GMT -5
*Brandi's nose scrunched at his comment.*
The other way? It's never been another way. Well, 'cept when it's purple. Or...wait, what?
*She sighed and sank back into the tub, pulling Cry-Baby close.*
"Ok, that was a little weird."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 18:31:23 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby hugged her tight.*
"Was that some kinda 'get a move on' call?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 18:48:04 GMT -5
*Brandi shook her head.*
"I guess. Just...wasn't expecting...."
*She started to put some pieces together.*
"I just...I don't know in what sort of messed up way we'd outrank him."
Or I would.
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 18:52:19 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby was always slower than Brandi at this. He was okay with that, bein' the pretty and all. But still.*
"What you got that I ain't yet?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 18:56:50 GMT -5
*Brandi shrugged, her brow furrowed.*
"Not much. Not a huge military brat or anything. Just..."
*She lifted her hands as if to explain, the water dripping from them.*
"Just seemed to be too respectful. And the comment about working for a living."
*She sighed in frustration.*
"It's like something I can't quite remember."
*She pushed herself up and grabbed a towel as she exited the tub. She turned back to him, handing him one as well.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 19:01:19 GMT -5
*He took the towel, grateful since the water'd grown cold.*
"You okay, baby? ...We okay?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 19:14:45 GMT -5
*Brandi stared at the floor. She honestly wasn't sure. About her anyways. She was feeling surprisingly confident about things with the two of them. She managed a smile and pulled him close.*
"Yeah, Baby. Well enough."
*She pursed her lips, unsure if she should bring it up now.*
"But when you're ready, we really should get with the recruiting."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 19:17:38 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby's lips thinned.*
"Yeah... as to that, I'd rather you call those shots from now on."
*It was just too hard, leaving her out of things.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 19:31:40 GMT -5
*Brandi kissed him gently.*
"It's all right, Baby. We can do this. You'll see."
*She squeezed his hand and wrapped her hair up before slipping on her robe.*
"But if it'll help, I'll handle the first pass and see if you like what I come up with."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 19:34:56 GMT -5
"Ain't up to me," *he said.* "I don't care what that bastard gets outta this, he ain't gonna do anything to me an' you. An' that means I don't care what I have to do to get us out from under him. So you do whatever you think right--whatever you can handle. Okay, baby?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 19:45:11 GMT -5
*She found herself kissing him deeply, wet towel fallen off her head and to a wet pile on the floor.*
"Damn right." *She breathed against his skin.*
*She felt surer than ever that they could do this. They put their heads together and their minds to it. War would have his get and they would have each other and everything would be alright.*
"We should get some rest. Tomorrow'll probably be a long day."
*Yet she made no move towards the door.*
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