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redline2400Member- Posts : 259
Join date : 2019-03-04
Age : 25
Location : Detroit, Mich.
Ope, Sorry There
Fri Apr 12, 2019 1:40 am
Every moment that passed without Carter Virgo showing up, Dean Basilone had more time left to dread.
The first cohort centurion was not running late or anything. Dean had just made the decision to be a dumbfounded ass after taking one of the worst L’s of his 20-year existence the other day, and now his regretful rump was pulling a Hail Mary to mend the wounds with cheap food and liberal amounts of apologies.
He had his reservations against the first, but Carter was not that bad. A bit uptight at moments but he could let loose (in sensible ways) and laugh every now and then. (Most people could handle personal/professional splits like that, but that was not the point.)
Hoping for the best and dreading the worst, the son of Securitas stared blankly down the restaurant, a half-empty bottle of garum and untouched cup of water serving as his only escapes from the panicking hell of his mind.
The first cohort centurion was not running late or anything. Dean had just made the decision to be a dumbfounded ass after taking one of the worst L’s of his 20-year existence the other day, and now his regretful rump was pulling a Hail Mary to mend the wounds with cheap food and liberal amounts of apologies.
He had his reservations against the first, but Carter was not that bad. A bit uptight at moments but he could let loose (in sensible ways) and laugh every now and then. (Most people could handle personal/professional splits like that, but that was not the point.)
Hoping for the best and dreading the worst, the son of Securitas stared blankly down the restaurant, a half-empty bottle of garum and untouched cup of water serving as his only escapes from the panicking hell of his mind.
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