Scott got up and went back to his bag, unzipped one of the small compartments under the bigger flap and took out a deck of actual, physical, playing cards. "I've got a friend who uses them as ammo. We can use them for their intended purpose while we wait."
Boy Scout. People flung that at him as a jibe, but he'd take it on two levels: The one where he knew he wasn't what they were implying and the one that was always as prepared as he could be.
"I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep you supplied with coffee, and you let me keep my headaches." It wasn't so different, really. Well, maybe, but there was a fundamental truth, there. Enabling each other to hurt, but a sort of hurt that was better than the alternative, for their own reasons.
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Date: 2015-10-11 03:11 am (UTC)Boy Scout. People flung that at him as a jibe, but he'd take it on two levels: The one where he knew he wasn't what they were implying and the one that was always as prepared as he could be.
"I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep you supplied with coffee, and you let me keep my headaches." It wasn't so different, really. Well, maybe, but there was a fundamental truth, there. Enabling each other to hurt, but a sort of hurt that was better than the alternative, for their own reasons.
"Five card?" Poker, Sandman?