Clint gave Jim a look like he'd committed a real atrocity. Then he shook his head as he cued up the channel. "You just made me sad for the future."
The laptop hummed and the bass tones of the Glen Miller Orchestra poured out at a low volume to fill up the empty space.
Clint hummed in satisfaction before grabbing a slice of pizza then dug around in the desk before coming up with three packs of large round stickers in red, yellow and green. He stuffed them into his BDU's pocket and leaned against the desk, watching Jim get comfortable and acclimated.
"After we're all done here you're invited to go along to the Slingshot. Red marked stuff will get hauled out immediately. It's fun, we barbeque and Sitwell usually brings some of his basement microbrew stuff. It ain't so bad for alcohol."
Tucking them each into the pockets of his BDUs he ambled in
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The laptop hummed and the bass tones of the Glen Miller Orchestra poured out at a low volume to fill up the empty space.
Clint hummed in satisfaction before grabbing a slice of pizza then dug around in the desk before coming up with three packs of large round stickers in red, yellow and green. He stuffed them into his BDU's pocket and leaned against the desk, watching Jim get comfortable and acclimated.
"After we're all done here you're invited to go along to the Slingshot. Red marked stuff will get hauled out immediately. It's fun, we barbeque and Sitwell usually brings some of his basement microbrew stuff. It ain't so bad for alcohol."
Tucking them each into the pockets of his BDUs he ambled in