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1/2/2016 4:30:23 AM
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"I'm Quincy, 7th son in the family, out of 39 kids, and I'm the 9th born. You really don't want to know why I have so many siblings. Anyways, I've always been a soldier, I'm a general in my best friends military, my favourite movies are San Andreas and Taken, and my favourite tv show is Lost"
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"Interesting. So, why do you look just like JT?"
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"Ah, when we were younger I was in a helicopter crash. So, he sculpted my face to be like his, as a body double of sorts, the only difference is I have green eyes and he has blue"
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"That's cool. I'm assuming you're good with JT?"
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"Yeah, he saved my life, multiple times. Guys my best friend"
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"Glad to hear it. You read?"
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"A few books, not too many. You?"
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"Reading buff. I'm also a writer. Though I'm shit at it."
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"Ah, believe me, I'm likely a hell of a lot worse" [b]he says, chuckling[/b]
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Nora laughs as well. "I write science fiction. And read it, too."
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"Huh. I've always been more into the dystopian future genre"
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"As long as it's not a love story, In fine with it. Wanna order a drink?"
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"Aight, I'll be back. What do you drink?" [i]he asked, standing[/i]
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"A hard whiskey."
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"Liking you more and more" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning with 2 whiskeys, sitting across from you and putting them on the table, taking one [/b]
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Nora takes a swig, and looks at him. "I could say the same, love."
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[b]He takes a swig, before speaking. [/b] "so what else do you find fun, other than reading, writing and being hot as hell?"
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Nora smirks. "Getting drunk and exploring space."
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"Two of my favourite things, just with a lot more drinking than exploring"
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"I do both at the same time."
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"Damn, you sound like you'd be fun at parties"
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"I am, or at least I think I am."
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"If you have fun at a party, who the hell is to say you ain't fun?"
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"I like your thinking, Quincy."
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"I like to think my thinking is S-M-R-T smart" [b]he jokingly says[/b]
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Nora titters. "You're hysterical." She holds the bottle to her lips, and chugs until it's done. She puts it on the table, smiling.
