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[beer_and_fire]

Mick Rory

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[beer_and_fire]

She was pretty, won't she?

[old_school]

Take it from me, Mick. Don't fight this. Don't fight her.

I have a feeling she'd kick your ass seven ways to Sunday if you did.

[beer_and_fire]

Fight what? It was just dancin' with a pretty dame, don't gotta read nothing into it. [little defensive much?]

[old_school]

Mick.

I fought it with Nora. Don't make that same mistake.

If she cares about you, let her.

[beer_and_fire]

I ain't fightin' nothin' Snart. There's nothing to fight! Conversation over.

[old_school]

Oh bullshit it's over. You know exactly what I mean Mick.

[beer_and_fire]

[You hear that? That's him not talking to you. Nope. Conversation over. You wanna do something about it you come find him. He's staring at his lighter now watching the flame. It's the only damn thing that makes nay sense anymore]

[old_school]

[Oh fine you asshole. Make him come find you. He'll start at the usual places and work his way down the list until he does find him.

They're both shit at talking, but he needs Mick to understand.

He'd been afraid too.
But he'd taken that leap and while it was terrifying, it was worth it.]