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such_a_bad_man
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Victor walked out of the station and breathed in the cool night air on the top step of the station's entrance. It was a breath of freedom in his mind. He was going out of his head pacing around the holding cell they had thrown him into; he was no good in a cage and impressed that on Sid when he made his one call. Sid was probably going to say her favor was cleared up after this and Vic wasn't really in a position to argue. There was no way he was going to spend the night holed up, waiting for The Man to come and get him. He had to sleep in his own bed for his own health and sanity. Tugging the Army jacket bearing his last name a little tighter around him, he saw Sid hadn't peaced out but had decided to hang around out front. He reasoned that she probably wasn't going to get too far from him until she got her money. He couldn't fault her for that. All his "antics", as the judge called them, had caught up with him and his bail wasn't a small chunk of change to people like him and Sid. Giving the building the finger one last time, Vic stepped down the stairs and approached Sid.
If you didn't know Victor better, you would swear he was a soldier. He wore his hair closely cropped to his head and was nearly always clean-shaven. He wasn't so clean coming out of the station now and it had to look a little different to Sid. His other affect that gives him the government look is his ever-present Army jacket. Some people get their military gear from the surplus store. Vic got his from his dad's personal effects when they were shipped home along with his coffin from the Middle East when he was still a teenager. That's the moment that turned Vic into the man he was coming out of the police station. Ever since then, his anger for government and society hung about him like a second skin. You would only have to be around him for a short time before he would say something against the status quo. It was his disdain for "the way things are" that made him get up and go out earlier tonight to stick it to the people profiting from the way society is set up. He didn't think his actions were too damaging; just a little something to make their lives a little inconvenient, to take away a little of their time and show then that they could be touched by the world around them. He would have gotten away with it had he been a little more careful about how close he got to some of the cars. One alarm and one annoyingly good valet later, and Vic was pinched getting back to his car.
If he could have seen the cops coming, there was no way they could have caught him. Vic was amateur parkour enthusiast; it helped to navigate an urban landscape when trying to avoid the cops. To that end, he kept himself in good shape. He was a little over 6 feet tall, maybe weighed 190 pounds depending on how good his food budget could be for the month in question. He was by no means a health fanatic, but he liked to give his engine clean food to run. But the man had vices and one of those was leaning against a police cruiser waiting for him to walk out.
Sid. How could such a dislikable girl get a guy so hooked on her? For all the times she drove him crazy, he just couldn't get her out of his head or out of his life if he tried. Constantly on again, off again, he tried getting her to move in a couple of times, but she stiff-armed him like Jim Brown a number of times on that idea. Despite all that, the sex was explosive with her and it was hard to find a chick that was down to just hang and play video games from time to time. She also didn't question his anger conduit of FPS games like some girlfriends had. When days get him screaming at 12 year-olds in Germany, Sid not only let him, she seemed to understand. Yeah, Sid was a friend, but he'd never say it out loud; he knew Sid hated labels.
Walking up in front of her finally, Vic held out two fingers. "You got any more of those? They confiscated mine, said they had to test them for drugs." Victor loved to roll his own cigarettes. There was also a kind of zen that he got from the act of rolling his cigarettes that some people got from crafting bonsai trees to grow in certain ways. He didn't trust Big Tobacco either and had a hook-up from a reservation up-state that could get him 100% certified tobacco. That didn't stop him from bumming smokes when he was out though and his monkey had been on his back since he got picked up. He just needed to calm down.
If you didn't know Victor better, you would swear he was a soldier. He wore his hair closely cropped to his head and was nearly always clean-shaven. He wasn't so clean coming out of the station now and it had to look a little different to Sid. His other affect that gives him the government look is his ever-present Army jacket. Some people get their military gear from the surplus store. Vic got his from his dad's personal effects when they were shipped home along with his coffin from the Middle East when he was still a teenager. That's the moment that turned Vic into the man he was coming out of the police station. Ever since then, his anger for government and society hung about him like a second skin. You would only have to be around him for a short time before he would say something against the status quo. It was his disdain for "the way things are" that made him get up and go out earlier tonight to stick it to the people profiting from the way society is set up. He didn't think his actions were too damaging; just a little something to make their lives a little inconvenient, to take away a little of their time and show then that they could be touched by the world around them. He would have gotten away with it had he been a little more careful about how close he got to some of the cars. One alarm and one annoyingly good valet later, and Vic was pinched getting back to his car.
If he could have seen the cops coming, there was no way they could have caught him. Vic was amateur parkour enthusiast; it helped to navigate an urban landscape when trying to avoid the cops. To that end, he kept himself in good shape. He was a little over 6 feet tall, maybe weighed 190 pounds depending on how good his food budget could be for the month in question. He was by no means a health fanatic, but he liked to give his engine clean food to run. But the man had vices and one of those was leaning against a police cruiser waiting for him to walk out.
Sid. How could such a dislikable girl get a guy so hooked on her? For all the times she drove him crazy, he just couldn't get her out of his head or out of his life if he tried. Constantly on again, off again, he tried getting her to move in a couple of times, but she stiff-armed him like Jim Brown a number of times on that idea. Despite all that, the sex was explosive with her and it was hard to find a chick that was down to just hang and play video games from time to time. She also didn't question his anger conduit of FPS games like some girlfriends had. When days get him screaming at 12 year-olds in Germany, Sid not only let him, she seemed to understand. Yeah, Sid was a friend, but he'd never say it out loud; he knew Sid hated labels.
Walking up in front of her finally, Vic held out two fingers. "You got any more of those? They confiscated mine, said they had to test them for drugs." Victor loved to roll his own cigarettes. There was also a kind of zen that he got from the act of rolling his cigarettes that some people got from crafting bonsai trees to grow in certain ways. He didn't trust Big Tobacco either and had a hook-up from a reservation up-state that could get him 100% certified tobacco. That didn't stop him from bumming smokes when he was out though and his monkey had been on his back since he got picked up. He just needed to calm down.
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“You call me and beg for me to spring you with my own cash and the first thing you say to me is can you bum a smoke? Pft. Don't even offer a girl a kiss or a hug after all this time,”
Victor rolled his eyes at Sid's comment, catching the cigarette a little awkwardly as it tumbled toward him. Sid produced her ubiquitous lighter for him; she didn't have to. The Boys in Blue were "kind" enough to return his lighter at least to him. He puffed on it, bringing it and himself to life again. He pulled a deep, deep drag on it and sighed out skyward at least some of his tension as the monkey on his back eased its grip. He lowered his gaze from the heavens and into Sid's amazing off-green eyes. He spit the taste of the inside air on the ground before talking.
"Look, Sid. I don't need your shit tonight, okay? You know where I've been and I know you're not the PDA kinda gal so don't put on this whole romantic girlfriend persona cuz you and I both know that you would just as soon palm my face and push it away if I had tried to kiss you. So either way, you were gonna give me shit regardless of my reaction; that's why I didn't even bother." He pulled on the cigarette one more time as a sort of punctuation to his comment. To be honest, it would have been nice to kiss her when he saw her, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. They'd gone back and forth on their feelings for each other and he wasn't about to try and get any closer to her than he already was. She wasn't about to allow it in the first place.
“So that'll add another dollar to your ongoing tab. Which, I intend to collect upon. Tonight. You got me Vicki? And if you didn't insist on rollin' yer own cigarettes you might still have a pack of yer own. They always look like joints to me.”
Vic bit his lip and gave a feigned chuckle at her endearing nickname for him. That was one sore spot she kept poking at; he really didn't like people making fun of his name. He didn't like it in grade school and he sure didn't like it now. He took another puff before waving his hand at her.
"Yeah, yeah, I knew tonight wasn't gonna be free for me. You'll get paid back, don't worry. We can go back to my place and I'll get you your damn money. As for my cigarettes, I did have a pack of my own, but they got crushed when the damn pigs pushed me up against the wall when they caught me. I didn't feel much like trying to reconstruct those so their in the trash inside. I've been sitting there for all this time smoke-free, so you might guess I'm a little TENSE right now!"
Vic wasn't violent or angry most of the time, but any long break from his vices pushed him a little more than most. He'd never hit someone in anger, but there was a moment as he spoke where it seemed like he might have. He realized it and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Taking a few deep breaths and another puff on his cigarette, he looked back at Sid.
"Sorry, that was way out of line. It's not you I'm mad at, just this fucked up night. It wasn't supposed to go down this way. I saw the news about that hit and run on Galena Ave and that no arrests had been made, even though the cops had the make and model of the car... I just couldn't let them get away with it. I had to do something... and I know it was stupid, but I just.... I hate sitting by." Vic trailed off, puffing on his cigarette to keep himself from talking anymore. The silence hung over the two of them before Sid spoke again.
“So what now?” Sid asked as her olive green gaze settled upon his own.
He looked up and down the street, not seeing anything other than the police cruisers parked in front of the building. "Wanna share a cab with me? I need to pick up my car and then I can take you to a late dinner as a way to say thanks. I get the impression that you're in no hurry to get back to your place and deal with Tess. We can get you your money at my place and you're welcome to stay if you like." It seemed like a simple enough offer, no hidden agenda, no booty call. Vic instinctively had a feeling something went down at Tess' place tonight. It would explain why Sid was here without her car; she'd rather walk than let Tess block the driveway with her body or something. Dammit, maybe he did care about Sid after all.
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Vic snorted a chuckle at her lame tent joke. It was stupid, but it was just the sort of thing that needed to be said to break the tension. He nodded his agreement to her assessment and puffed a little more on his cigarette. Deep down, he just had to do something with all this nervous energy he was sitting on now. Maybe she'd let him bounce her all over his bedroom tonight. The last time she came over, the two of them nearly broke his bookshelf and cleared everything off his dresser. It took him most of the following day to put his bedroom back together again. That was part of the reason he kept Sid in his life as best he could when she would let him.
When she flashed him her petite body, clad in body hugging clothing, Vic felt his body pulse from head to toe. He would love to slide his arms inside that voluminous jacket and hold that firecracker body to his his, but she closed it just as fast. He laughed a bit louder at her "hawt" comment, though he shook his head at her unabashed self-assessment. He wouldn't put it past the cops to come out here and hassle the two of them so he turned to head down the block to find a cab. He had a feeling that most cabbies aren't too fond about picking up people in front of the police station so he went down to the corner to hail a cab.
Finally reaching the end of his bummed cigarette, he crushed it on the pavement before whistling down the street at a cab in the cab stand. He opened the door for Sid, letting her slide in first before they took off. Vic mumbled the street where he left his car before his "mission" tonight and they were off again. He leaned back and closed his eyes, resting and relaxing for the first time. As he sat back, he spoke to Sid. "You gonna tell me what's up with you and Tess this time or did you pick a fight to get out of the house?" Sid couldn't imagine a more disparate pair than Sid and Tess. How Tess hadn't kicked Sid out yet was beyond him. Still, when he saw Tess wearing Sid's hairstyle, it was more than a little confusing. It wasn't her style at all yet she just showed up with the combed over dyed bangs look that Sid had worn since he met her.
"And as for dinner, MacGregor's should do for your booze needs. It's the only thing worthwhile that's open this late." Vic added. MacGregor's was the bar where he met Sid the first time. It was an odd sort of evening. He'd had to pull her off a friend of his because Sid thought she spilled her drink on Sid on purpose. When he got her outside and talked her down, he found her instantly attractive. He wasn't sure what he said or how he said it, but before long he was making out with her. He shook his head of the memory and rolled his head to the side to look at Sid. "Don't look for deeper meaning on my choice. I just want one of their burgers right now." He said, figuring she thought he was trying to get in her pants like he did that night.
The cab stopped at the intersection he'd given and Vic paid as they got out. Walking down the street, Vic was glad to see that his car was still where he left it. Being the socially conscious man he was, it was a no-brainer to pick up a plug-in hybrid. It was such a clash to his look that it was always a little jarring to his girlfriends over the years. Everyone must expect him to drive an old muscle car or some big SUV given the look he'd settled on. Once he slid inside, Vic rummaged around inside his console, producing a baggie with more rolled cigarettes inside. Sparking it to life from his lighter he kept inside with it, he left it hanging from the corner of his mouth before pulling into traffic. As he smoked it, it was slowly becoming apparent that it wasn't only tobacco tucked into this rolled cigarette. Seeing Sid recognize that, he pulled it out and offered it to Sid. "It's a 70-30 mix so it won't hit you too hard," he explained.
When she flashed him her petite body, clad in body hugging clothing, Vic felt his body pulse from head to toe. He would love to slide his arms inside that voluminous jacket and hold that firecracker body to his his, but she closed it just as fast. He laughed a bit louder at her "hawt" comment, though he shook his head at her unabashed self-assessment. He wouldn't put it past the cops to come out here and hassle the two of them so he turned to head down the block to find a cab. He had a feeling that most cabbies aren't too fond about picking up people in front of the police station so he went down to the corner to hail a cab.
Finally reaching the end of his bummed cigarette, he crushed it on the pavement before whistling down the street at a cab in the cab stand. He opened the door for Sid, letting her slide in first before they took off. Vic mumbled the street where he left his car before his "mission" tonight and they were off again. He leaned back and closed his eyes, resting and relaxing for the first time. As he sat back, he spoke to Sid. "You gonna tell me what's up with you and Tess this time or did you pick a fight to get out of the house?" Sid couldn't imagine a more disparate pair than Sid and Tess. How Tess hadn't kicked Sid out yet was beyond him. Still, when he saw Tess wearing Sid's hairstyle, it was more than a little confusing. It wasn't her style at all yet she just showed up with the combed over dyed bangs look that Sid had worn since he met her.
"And as for dinner, MacGregor's should do for your booze needs. It's the only thing worthwhile that's open this late." Vic added. MacGregor's was the bar where he met Sid the first time. It was an odd sort of evening. He'd had to pull her off a friend of his because Sid thought she spilled her drink on Sid on purpose. When he got her outside and talked her down, he found her instantly attractive. He wasn't sure what he said or how he said it, but before long he was making out with her. He shook his head of the memory and rolled his head to the side to look at Sid. "Don't look for deeper meaning on my choice. I just want one of their burgers right now." He said, figuring she thought he was trying to get in her pants like he did that night.
The cab stopped at the intersection he'd given and Vic paid as they got out. Walking down the street, Vic was glad to see that his car was still where he left it. Being the socially conscious man he was, it was a no-brainer to pick up a plug-in hybrid. It was such a clash to his look that it was always a little jarring to his girlfriends over the years. Everyone must expect him to drive an old muscle car or some big SUV given the look he'd settled on. Once he slid inside, Vic rummaged around inside his console, producing a baggie with more rolled cigarettes inside. Sparking it to life from his lighter he kept inside with it, he left it hanging from the corner of his mouth before pulling into traffic. As he smoked it, it was slowly becoming apparent that it wasn't only tobacco tucked into this rolled cigarette. Seeing Sid recognize that, he pulled it out and offered it to Sid. "It's a 70-30 mix so it won't hit you too hard," he explained.
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Vic frowned at Sid as she passed the cigarette back to him. "Don't be talkin' shit about my mixed bags. Stalking Deer's people get the best tobacco in the state; he'd be crushed to hear you talking like that about his stuff." He took a long drag on it before passing it back. He took such a big hit for fear that Sid would smoke the rest and he'd get not much more than a nub back. It wouldn't be the first time. "Also, I mix it because I want the level of buzz where I feel it but I'm not glued to my chair after... Took me forever to find this ratio." He grumbled at her lack of appreciation for his judicious experimentation.
As they drove, Vic kept stealing glances at Sid's body. Her reclined seat let her jacket hang open and gave him the chance to ogle her killer curves a little. She hadn't turned down the prospect of fucking that night when he made his comment about MacGregor's so his hind brain kept thinking about having Sid tonight. It would be nice to peel those layers off again. Maybe it was the weed talking, but most of the rest of the trip his brain kept flashing images of previous nights spent with Sid. Luckily, he saw his destination up ahead.
Surprisingly, MacGregor's was a bit more packed than usual for a non-weekend night. When Sid started bouncing in her seat like a petulant kid, Vic smiled and shook his head. She was so cute when she got like this. He wished she was like this more often; they might hang out on a more regular basis then. "Don't want a thick piece of meat?" He teased, grinning over at her. Before she could respond, he slid his car into a parking spot and turned off the engine. "Come on, honey." He opened his door and headed for the door.
Nodding at Duke, the doorman, he waved the two of them through, even though there were people waiting. Vic looked around and found a table, waving over a waitress he recognized. As he thought about it, he may have slept with her once upon a time. His brow furrowed in thought as he struggled with her name on her way over. She smiled at him knowingly as she pulled a pen from her ample chest, ready to take their order. Vic let Sid order her wings before he put in his order for a big greasy burger that MacGregor's was famous for. Between the smoke in the car and sitting in the cell for hours, Vic was ravenous.
Sitting back once the orders were in, Vic looked over at Sid. "So what's really going on? You showed up out front of the station without the thundering beast you manage to keep running, so what's up? Something bothering you?" He pressed returning to his question in the cab. While she may drive him crazy, Vic couldn't deny that he cared what happened to Sid. He watched her face, hoping her loosened up state would lend itself to answering a few questions. She always kept him at arm's length, maybe tonight might be different. He thought that Sid was about to answer him when the waitress came back and set down a beer for each of them. She looked at Sid then gave Vic a look before walking away. He was sure that he must have slept with her now, but couldn't think of when for the life of him. If she kept interrupting like this, he'd never get anywhere with Sid.
As they drove, Vic kept stealing glances at Sid's body. Her reclined seat let her jacket hang open and gave him the chance to ogle her killer curves a little. She hadn't turned down the prospect of fucking that night when he made his comment about MacGregor's so his hind brain kept thinking about having Sid tonight. It would be nice to peel those layers off again. Maybe it was the weed talking, but most of the rest of the trip his brain kept flashing images of previous nights spent with Sid. Luckily, he saw his destination up ahead.
Surprisingly, MacGregor's was a bit more packed than usual for a non-weekend night. When Sid started bouncing in her seat like a petulant kid, Vic smiled and shook his head. She was so cute when she got like this. He wished she was like this more often; they might hang out on a more regular basis then. "Don't want a thick piece of meat?" He teased, grinning over at her. Before she could respond, he slid his car into a parking spot and turned off the engine. "Come on, honey." He opened his door and headed for the door.
Nodding at Duke, the doorman, he waved the two of them through, even though there were people waiting. Vic looked around and found a table, waving over a waitress he recognized. As he thought about it, he may have slept with her once upon a time. His brow furrowed in thought as he struggled with her name on her way over. She smiled at him knowingly as she pulled a pen from her ample chest, ready to take their order. Vic let Sid order her wings before he put in his order for a big greasy burger that MacGregor's was famous for. Between the smoke in the car and sitting in the cell for hours, Vic was ravenous.
Sitting back once the orders were in, Vic looked over at Sid. "So what's really going on? You showed up out front of the station without the thundering beast you manage to keep running, so what's up? Something bothering you?" He pressed returning to his question in the cab. While she may drive him crazy, Vic couldn't deny that he cared what happened to Sid. He watched her face, hoping her loosened up state would lend itself to answering a few questions. She always kept him at arm's length, maybe tonight might be different. He thought that Sid was about to answer him when the waitress came back and set down a beer for each of them. She looked at Sid then gave Vic a look before walking away. He was sure that he must have slept with her now, but couldn't think of when for the life of him. If she kept interrupting like this, he'd never get anywhere with Sid.
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Vic wasn't the sort to needle people or "poke the bear", but for some reason, Sid brought it out of him. He felt the need to respond in kind to acerbic personality. He knew full well that she hated being called "honey" or "baby" or any other sort of term of endearment, but he did it anyway, without thinking, when he had gotten out of the car. Even now, as he was sitting across from her, he was thinking up something else to get a rise out of Sid. There was no logical explanation to it. It could be that Vic wasn't the sort to just take her abuse and her quips and felt the need to fight back. Or he loved how beautiful she looked when she was angry and her hackles were up. She looked great without it; the cat with the Cheshire-like grin stretched across her bosom that tapered down to an hourglass waist was proof enough of that. But when she got a fire in her eyes, it made Vic's knees a little weak.
Still, he hoped to get to her sensitive side once. He knew something was up in her personal life from how quickly she shut him down on the subject, but it was more clear than ever that he wasn't going to find out what it was. Sid wasn't the sort to get hung up on men; his own history with her bore that out. As a result, Vic didn't think it could be what would qualify as relationship problems for Sid. It had to be something with Tess in his mind. He left that pot simmering though. Two stabs at it were enough; any more tries and he'd really get Sid pissed at him.
She didn't seem turned off by the waitress' less than subtle looks when she came to the table or walked by, however. In fact, she asked the question he'd be wrestling with himself. He looked at her again in the slightly torn tank they wear with the bar's name across the tits and shrugged at Sid.
"To be honest, I have no idea. I know we banged, but I can't remember when, where or how good she was. God, if she comes over and sits down, I'm in deep shit," he said in a semi-whisper, leaning across the table a little. Vic tried to think if maybe they were drunk or he was or maybe he was high... In each case, he came up with a blank, other than memories of her writhing under him. "Great tits, though..." he muttered to himself as he got that flash of memory. His eyes flicked up as he realized how loud he said that. Luckily, Sid had continued and given him an out with something else to talk about.
"My night stand, poor thing, is back in one piece, but the drawer was not salvageable," he smiled as he remembered that night. Vic had spun around from the wall and was going to put her down on the bed, but misjudged their position and wound up dumping her on the night stand. He had figured it would support someone of Sid's size, but when they started fucking again, it shook apart underneath them. He managed to catch Sid, but not before they broke the drawer on the way down. He had to laugh at the memory of pulling splinters from her butt when they were lying in bed later. "My bookshelf was beyond repair though. I think the new one I have is a bit more robust. You haven't been by to test it though." He grinned over his beer at those vivid eyes that seemed bright even in this darkened bar.
Still, he hoped to get to her sensitive side once. He knew something was up in her personal life from how quickly she shut him down on the subject, but it was more clear than ever that he wasn't going to find out what it was. Sid wasn't the sort to get hung up on men; his own history with her bore that out. As a result, Vic didn't think it could be what would qualify as relationship problems for Sid. It had to be something with Tess in his mind. He left that pot simmering though. Two stabs at it were enough; any more tries and he'd really get Sid pissed at him.
She didn't seem turned off by the waitress' less than subtle looks when she came to the table or walked by, however. In fact, she asked the question he'd be wrestling with himself. He looked at her again in the slightly torn tank they wear with the bar's name across the tits and shrugged at Sid.
"To be honest, I have no idea. I know we banged, but I can't remember when, where or how good she was. God, if she comes over and sits down, I'm in deep shit," he said in a semi-whisper, leaning across the table a little. Vic tried to think if maybe they were drunk or he was or maybe he was high... In each case, he came up with a blank, other than memories of her writhing under him. "Great tits, though..." he muttered to himself as he got that flash of memory. His eyes flicked up as he realized how loud he said that. Luckily, Sid had continued and given him an out with something else to talk about.
"My night stand, poor thing, is back in one piece, but the drawer was not salvageable," he smiled as he remembered that night. Vic had spun around from the wall and was going to put her down on the bed, but misjudged their position and wound up dumping her on the night stand. He had figured it would support someone of Sid's size, but when they started fucking again, it shook apart underneath them. He managed to catch Sid, but not before they broke the drawer on the way down. He had to laugh at the memory of pulling splinters from her butt when they were lying in bed later. "My bookshelf was beyond repair though. I think the new one I have is a bit more robust. You haven't been by to test it though." He grinned over his beer at those vivid eyes that seemed bright even in this darkened bar.
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Vic had to admit; Sid had great tits. Even better, they were responsive as hell. He lost count of how often he was able to get her off by just teasing them when they would sleep together. As she arched back and cupped them for him, he was sure she had to be bra-less under her top. He couldn't remember her ever wearing one as he thought about it. Then again, Sid's sat up so nice and firm she probably wouldn't need one until much later in life. His eyes slid along her body and when she lifted her drink he saw her Tri-force tattoo on the back of her hand. Sid loved to wear her gaming persona on her sleeve; Vic was less so. He did have ink as well and seeing hers made him reflexively reach up and scratch his shoulder. His ink was a memorial for his dad, complete with the USMC's Eagle, Globe, and Anchor with his name in calligraphy over it. He shook his head to clear the memory; he didn't like to linger on his family. He managed a smile as he took in her curvy body.
"You're already coming over to get paid back. May as well take the new furniture for a spin while you're there." It was so easy to talk about sex with Sid. It was like some weird "friends with benefits" arrangement, but Vic wasn't sure how much of a friend Sid was as he couldn't imagine hanging out with her if not for the amazing sex they'd have periodically. Sid was so infuriating when he wasn't pulling her hair and making her scream in bed. "Gotta get you out of the shirt before the night is out," he added as he couldn't tear his gaze from her chest.
His look did change when he heard her comment about the waitress. His head leaned to the side as he looked into Sid's eyes. His whole face said "Really?" without a word. He should never have said anything about the waitress. Now Sid was going to pick at that scab over and over all night and there was nothing he could do about it. After all, it was his own fault for not remembering the poor girl other than one body part. "Please, I don't think my bedroom could survive whatever a night with you AND another woman would be like. Besides, I've always imagined you being the greedy type; you don't strike me as the sort that likes to share your toys." Vic knew how Sid regarded their arrangement or relationship depending on how you define both words.
When the waitress came, it wasn't any better or different. He facepalmed while she set the baskets down, wiping his brow as he looked up at Sid then the waitress. Surprisingly, she wasn't turned off. In fact, she smiled bashfully at Vic as she puled a strand of hair behind her ear. "I get off in 3 hours..." she said simply to Vic. Before she left, she gave Sid a look that read 'Bitch, stay away from my man'. Vic couldn't help but chuckle once she walked away. "I think I may have said some things that night too if she's giving you looks. Further proof that taking her with us is a bad idea." Vic was about to say more when Sid spun in her chair and reached for a bottle of ketchup from the next table. Seeing her round ass up in the air, hugged by nonexistent jean shorts, Vic couldn't suppress his mischievous side. He sprang forward and swatted her ass on the cheek, probably loud enough that it could be heard over the music. When Sid wheeled around, he was grinning from ear to ear. "If you're gonna present it, I'm gonna spank it. You know that."
"You're already coming over to get paid back. May as well take the new furniture for a spin while you're there." It was so easy to talk about sex with Sid. It was like some weird "friends with benefits" arrangement, but Vic wasn't sure how much of a friend Sid was as he couldn't imagine hanging out with her if not for the amazing sex they'd have periodically. Sid was so infuriating when he wasn't pulling her hair and making her scream in bed. "Gotta get you out of the shirt before the night is out," he added as he couldn't tear his gaze from her chest.
His look did change when he heard her comment about the waitress. His head leaned to the side as he looked into Sid's eyes. His whole face said "Really?" without a word. He should never have said anything about the waitress. Now Sid was going to pick at that scab over and over all night and there was nothing he could do about it. After all, it was his own fault for not remembering the poor girl other than one body part. "Please, I don't think my bedroom could survive whatever a night with you AND another woman would be like. Besides, I've always imagined you being the greedy type; you don't strike me as the sort that likes to share your toys." Vic knew how Sid regarded their arrangement or relationship depending on how you define both words.
When the waitress came, it wasn't any better or different. He facepalmed while she set the baskets down, wiping his brow as he looked up at Sid then the waitress. Surprisingly, she wasn't turned off. In fact, she smiled bashfully at Vic as she puled a strand of hair behind her ear. "I get off in 3 hours..." she said simply to Vic. Before she left, she gave Sid a look that read 'Bitch, stay away from my man'. Vic couldn't help but chuckle once she walked away. "I think I may have said some things that night too if she's giving you looks. Further proof that taking her with us is a bad idea." Vic was about to say more when Sid spun in her chair and reached for a bottle of ketchup from the next table. Seeing her round ass up in the air, hugged by nonexistent jean shorts, Vic couldn't suppress his mischievous side. He sprang forward and swatted her ass on the cheek, probably loud enough that it could be heard over the music. When Sid wheeled around, he was grinning from ear to ear. "If you're gonna present it, I'm gonna spank it. You know that."
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Vic loved the color her cheeks took on when she blushed. She didn't look ironic or guarded in her emotions; for once, she looked like a woman acknowledging her emotions. Then, just as fast, it was gone. She was slinging vaguely sexual comments again with that grin of hers. He smiled and licked his lips as he enjoyed the look in her eyes, even as fleeting as it was. Then, she cracked the ketchup and drowned her onion rings in the sauce. Sometimes, it was kinda unsettling to watch her eat, but she had explained it once that eating was about getting calories into your body, not manners.
He always appreciated her honesty. He always knew where he stood with her; that was something at least. When she teased him about the waitress, he couldn't hide his smile. Once again, she wasn't wrong. "I like 'em dumb and pretty because some times I just wanna fuck. It makes it infinitely easier to get them to my place in the evening and out again in the morning. No complications, no complicated calisthenics needed before during or after. I try to get you over when I need something a bit more spicy than just a roll in the hay, or when I need an excuse to redecorate my apartment." He smiled over his beer as he sipped it. "And the reason I can't keep up with you is you keep running away from me... but we've had that conversation. After tonight, I'm in no mood for another fight over our history." He munched his burger heartily. It was so loaded, his face nearly disappeared behind it when he took a bite. He wiped a dab of sauce from the corner of his mouth and moaned in appreciation. "Mmmmm, damn, they make a tasty burger here."
Sid was in speed eater's pose across from him as she devoured her wings. He was surprised there wasn't an accompanying sound of a lathe in process with how fast she was tearing through them. Without a word, he offered up a napkin to her, gesturing to her whole face if/when she took it. He was no better, though his burger wasn't as messy. For a few minutes, they ate quietly, both enjoying the food far too much to bother talking. When the waitress came back to the table, Vic was in mid-chew so he couldn't cut Sid off when the waitress asked "Will there be anything else?" Her long eye lashes flitted as she fluttered her eye lids for Vic's benefit. She had all but turned her back on Sid when she waited on their table now, signalling she was no fan of a woman that would share the table with her man.
He always appreciated her honesty. He always knew where he stood with her; that was something at least. When she teased him about the waitress, he couldn't hide his smile. Once again, she wasn't wrong. "I like 'em dumb and pretty because some times I just wanna fuck. It makes it infinitely easier to get them to my place in the evening and out again in the morning. No complications, no complicated calisthenics needed before during or after. I try to get you over when I need something a bit more spicy than just a roll in the hay, or when I need an excuse to redecorate my apartment." He smiled over his beer as he sipped it. "And the reason I can't keep up with you is you keep running away from me... but we've had that conversation. After tonight, I'm in no mood for another fight over our history." He munched his burger heartily. It was so loaded, his face nearly disappeared behind it when he took a bite. He wiped a dab of sauce from the corner of his mouth and moaned in appreciation. "Mmmmm, damn, they make a tasty burger here."
Sid was in speed eater's pose across from him as she devoured her wings. He was surprised there wasn't an accompanying sound of a lathe in process with how fast she was tearing through them. Without a word, he offered up a napkin to her, gesturing to her whole face if/when she took it. He was no better, though his burger wasn't as messy. For a few minutes, they ate quietly, both enjoying the food far too much to bother talking. When the waitress came back to the table, Vic was in mid-chew so he couldn't cut Sid off when the waitress asked "Will there be anything else?" Her long eye lashes flitted as she fluttered her eye lids for Vic's benefit. She had all but turned her back on Sid when she waited on their table now, signalling she was no fan of a woman that would share the table with her man.
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So.... the silence that settled over the table was more the fault of Sid's comment about fucking cute puppies rather than the quality of the food, but Vic would say it was the latter if anyone asked. Vic couldn't talk as his mind was dominated by images of Sid taking dogs in various orifices and it was surprisingly difficult for him to think of much else. He saw her eating in silence as well and figured she was working on a better metaphor for their respective love lives when they weren't sleeping with each other. He didn't begrudge Sid her harem of men just as he was sure she didn't mind Vic's roster of beauties. He probably didn't appreciate having one of them shoved in her face like this poor waitress with the forgettable name. She definitely fell in the dumb and pretty category as she didn't leave enough of an impact for him to remember her name.
Vic hoped she hadn't thought things were serious between the two of them. He wasn't the sort to say things that might lead a girl on, but this one wouldn't be the first to think she and Vic were a couple. He was only serious about one woman: the woman that wouldn't let him be serious. He looked across at Sid, loving how the hair fell over her eyes. She could never hide those beautiful green eyes though. They made him feel like a small boy and he tried to keep up his persona, but she could see through his bullshit better than anyone. He couldn't deny that her personality kept him coming back, as annoyingly frustrating as she could be. She was honest and never deliberately cruel, trustworthy and a fierce friend. Yeah, he had to admit that he loved her, though she'd hate him for saying as much.
Then, the waitress came back and was very deliberate in her body language. Vic looked up at her then at Sid and he knew exactly what was coming. In a way, he felt sorry for the poor girl as there was no way she could know what was coming or how to be prepared for it. He had to admit, he did love "Jealous Sid", though he didn't see her very often. Sid wasn't afraid to "protect what's hers" when they'd go out for a quiet drink before a noisy night. Maybe it was a method of foreplay on some nights for Vic to drag Sid bodily off another poor woman that thought she was better than Sid Gunn. Vic sat back a little to watch the live performance.
The waitress recoiled in terror, never expecting such severity on Sid's response to her icy reception. She may have expected thinly veiled catty comments back and forth for a while where they try to one-up each other, but when Sid pressed her lips to Vic's with the added touch of her searching tongue, she could do little more than watch stunned. Vic licked his lips, still tasting Sid's wing sauce but also the taste of her lips. He missed that taste and grinned across at Sid as he dabbed the sauce she smeared on his face with his thumb. Looking up at the stunned waitress, Vic said simply. "Don't go out back with her; you'll lose. She means it too." Vic went back to cleaning his face without another word; he didn't feel like he owed her anymore than that. They were not a couple no matter her thoughts and he sure as hell wasn't planning on going home with her.
Vic hoped she hadn't thought things were serious between the two of them. He wasn't the sort to say things that might lead a girl on, but this one wouldn't be the first to think she and Vic were a couple. He was only serious about one woman: the woman that wouldn't let him be serious. He looked across at Sid, loving how the hair fell over her eyes. She could never hide those beautiful green eyes though. They made him feel like a small boy and he tried to keep up his persona, but she could see through his bullshit better than anyone. He couldn't deny that her personality kept him coming back, as annoyingly frustrating as she could be. She was honest and never deliberately cruel, trustworthy and a fierce friend. Yeah, he had to admit that he loved her, though she'd hate him for saying as much.
Then, the waitress came back and was very deliberate in her body language. Vic looked up at her then at Sid and he knew exactly what was coming. In a way, he felt sorry for the poor girl as there was no way she could know what was coming or how to be prepared for it. He had to admit, he did love "Jealous Sid", though he didn't see her very often. Sid wasn't afraid to "protect what's hers" when they'd go out for a quiet drink before a noisy night. Maybe it was a method of foreplay on some nights for Vic to drag Sid bodily off another poor woman that thought she was better than Sid Gunn. Vic sat back a little to watch the live performance.
The waitress recoiled in terror, never expecting such severity on Sid's response to her icy reception. She may have expected thinly veiled catty comments back and forth for a while where they try to one-up each other, but when Sid pressed her lips to Vic's with the added touch of her searching tongue, she could do little more than watch stunned. Vic licked his lips, still tasting Sid's wing sauce but also the taste of her lips. He missed that taste and grinned across at Sid as he dabbed the sauce she smeared on his face with his thumb. Looking up at the stunned waitress, Vic said simply. "Don't go out back with her; you'll lose. She means it too." Vic went back to cleaning his face without another word; he didn't feel like he owed her anymore than that. They were not a couple no matter her thoughts and he sure as hell wasn't planning on going home with her.
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Just as he figured, the poor girl didn't take Sid up on her offer to step outside. Vic had the sneaking suspicion he'd probably not be able to come back to her for a booty call in the future. Then again, he'd have to remember her name if he did. So in reality, Sid saved him from a future awkward conversation and possible fight. The new waitress however was a possible future forgotten name; he had the tight top and tramp stamp that drew his eye to more than a few past partners. He smiled back at Sid and sipped his beer. "Yeah, maybe I should... Not tonight though. I'll be busy bouncing you off my furniture and walls." He looked over, but it looked like Sid didn't catch it. She was busy thumbing the screen of her phone.
He laughed to himself as it flew right past her. The trouble with her being sidetracked was her absent-minded picking at his fries. Eventually, he tried swatting her fingers, but even then, it didn't seem to stop her. Resigned to the fact he wouldn't get them all he snacked with her, smiling at her face lit up by the screen of her phone. The underlighting playing off the angled and accents of her face; once again, he caught himself staring. She muttered something about her RPG group; he tried D&D a few times, but he could never get into the fantasy genre. Running around looting artifacts from tombs wasn't what spurred his interest. Vic found a system he loved in Shadowrun as it allowed him to stick it to "The Man", albeit a fictional one. It allowed a lot of impotent rage to be channeled constructively and the rest of his group loved his passion for the setting and character.
When Sid finally snapped out of it and fumbled for her cigs, he repeated his joke from before. "I was saying that I would be too busy to take our new waitress home because I'll be too busy bounding you around my apartment after I pay you back for my bail. It has been a while since the last time and I don't wanna fall out of practice or stamina to keep up with you." He finished his beer and let her ponder if he was joking or completely serious. It was so hard to tell whenever they got to talking about their shared love life. It usually wasn't until one or the other pounced that they finally figured out with that's where the night was leading.
He was sure Sid was going to answer one way or the other when the new waitress came by and placed a fresh beer down beside him. This time he caught her eye and the wink she left before she slipped away. Maybe she didn't like their previous server; maybe she had heard stories. Usually, it wasn't this fast. He hoped Sid hadn't seen that; he didn't want to have to deflect her comments about going after the waitress when he really wanted to spend the night with her. Sipping his new beer, he waited to see which way she was going to steer things.
He laughed to himself as it flew right past her. The trouble with her being sidetracked was her absent-minded picking at his fries. Eventually, he tried swatting her fingers, but even then, it didn't seem to stop her. Resigned to the fact he wouldn't get them all he snacked with her, smiling at her face lit up by the screen of her phone. The underlighting playing off the angled and accents of her face; once again, he caught himself staring. She muttered something about her RPG group; he tried D&D a few times, but he could never get into the fantasy genre. Running around looting artifacts from tombs wasn't what spurred his interest. Vic found a system he loved in Shadowrun as it allowed him to stick it to "The Man", albeit a fictional one. It allowed a lot of impotent rage to be channeled constructively and the rest of his group loved his passion for the setting and character.
When Sid finally snapped out of it and fumbled for her cigs, he repeated his joke from before. "I was saying that I would be too busy to take our new waitress home because I'll be too busy bounding you around my apartment after I pay you back for my bail. It has been a while since the last time and I don't wanna fall out of practice or stamina to keep up with you." He finished his beer and let her ponder if he was joking or completely serious. It was so hard to tell whenever they got to talking about their shared love life. It usually wasn't until one or the other pounced that they finally figured out with that's where the night was leading.
He was sure Sid was going to answer one way or the other when the new waitress came by and placed a fresh beer down beside him. This time he caught her eye and the wink she left before she slipped away. Maybe she didn't like their previous server; maybe she had heard stories. Usually, it wasn't this fast. He hoped Sid hadn't seen that; he didn't want to have to deflect her comments about going after the waitress when he really wanted to spend the night with her. Sipping his new beer, he waited to see which way she was going to steer things.
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Vic chuckled as Sid unabashedly asked her question in response to his joke. He was a little shocked at how fast she put down her fresh beer. He was always surprised at her drinking ability; she had to have a spare liver to handle everything she'd drink in a night. When she brought up the possibility of someone waiting for her at him, he had to think if she had a steady partner lately. He had heard the name Dylan or Douglas or something; maybe she had a steady dick these days. Then she brought up the girl she had seen and started lusting after. Vic leaned back and let her rant, letting her get it all out.
"Come on, Sidney. You and I both know that if you were that interested in this girl, you'd be there now and I wouldn't have been able to get a hold of you." He teased her back, enjoying going back and forth with her about whether tonight would be spent together or apart. Vic had a gut feeling it was the former or Sid wouldn't be protesting this much. When Sidney stood and grabbed her hat, he knew she was ready to get going. He flagged down the new waitress who dropped off the check. Taking out his modest bankroll, Vic paid and moved outside to join Sid.
Having said good-bye to Duke, he moved up behind Sid. "You're right..." he said, waiting for her to turn around before continuing. "I have no right to assume anything about tonight or us. Honestly, thank you for what you did for me tonight. Let's get you paid and, like I said, you're welcome to hang out at my place to spare you from another fight in the morning with Tess. Fair?" He shoved his hands into his jacket against the rapidly cooling night air and stifled a shiver as it felt like the chill was trying to push in anywhere it could.
"Come on, Sidney. You and I both know that if you were that interested in this girl, you'd be there now and I wouldn't have been able to get a hold of you." He teased her back, enjoying going back and forth with her about whether tonight would be spent together or apart. Vic had a gut feeling it was the former or Sid wouldn't be protesting this much. When Sidney stood and grabbed her hat, he knew she was ready to get going. He flagged down the new waitress who dropped off the check. Taking out his modest bankroll, Vic paid and moved outside to join Sid.
Having said good-bye to Duke, he moved up behind Sid. "You're right..." he said, waiting for her to turn around before continuing. "I have no right to assume anything about tonight or us. Honestly, thank you for what you did for me tonight. Let's get you paid and, like I said, you're welcome to hang out at my place to spare you from another fight in the morning with Tess. Fair?" He shoved his hands into his jacket against the rapidly cooling night air and stifled a shiver as it felt like the chill was trying to push in anywhere it could.
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"SID!" Vic had called out as she stepped off the curb. She hadn't even bothered to look to see the car barreling down the street in front of MacGregor's. There was no way she heard him his voice was drowned out by the car's blaring horn. He still had reached to pull her back, but it all happened so fast that she was springing like a cat to avoid the car and he missed. He looked her up and down for signs she got clipped while she was yelling up the street at the retreating shadow of some mid-line sedan driven by someone in too much of a hurry to get home at this hour. Not finding any marks, Vic relaxed even as Sid was finishing cursing the sap that nearly hit her.
He could only shake his head at Sid's display of class afterward, muttering to himself. "Charming..." He followed Sid across the street, suddenly remembering why he never took her any place nice when they were a more regular thing. Sid was infuriatingly childish sometimes; strangely, Vic enjoyed that. He was glad to not be an adult for the time he spent with her. All his anger over the unfairness of the world was forgotten when he was with Sid. That might be why he kept her in his life; he could unburden himself for a while while he was with her.
It was also what ultimately kept them from being more serious. He knew full well that she hated him when he was being honest about his feelings and their relationship. He knew that's why she ran when he pushed the issue months ago. Still, he held out hope that eventually she'd feel the same or maybe slow down enough to think beyond the next 20 minutes. Either way, Vic would be around to see how she might turn out. He joined her at the car as she was jerking the handle even though it was locked.
"You keep jerking that handle and I'm not going to be able to unlock it." he chided her as he opened the doors and slid inside. The chill from outside hadn't quite permeated the car yet, but it was still cold. It was cold enough that Vic could see its effect on Sid's nipples as she presented herself, arching on the seat beside him. Vic bit his lips; it was as though they were calling out to be sucked, but he just couldn't after what he had just said on the curb. Sid would be right to call him a hypocrite if he did.
Vic fired up the car and turned up the heater to fight against the cold before he pulled into traffic. He didn't say much as he started for his place. Vic felt confident that Sid would fill the silence for them as he drove. He kept glancing over, still enjoying the view of Sid in her tight clothes. He tried not to let on, but he knew that Sid could tell where his eyes were going. He'd never made any secret about how hot he found the punky screw-up that he just couldn't shake.
He could only shake his head at Sid's display of class afterward, muttering to himself. "Charming..." He followed Sid across the street, suddenly remembering why he never took her any place nice when they were a more regular thing. Sid was infuriatingly childish sometimes; strangely, Vic enjoyed that. He was glad to not be an adult for the time he spent with her. All his anger over the unfairness of the world was forgotten when he was with Sid. That might be why he kept her in his life; he could unburden himself for a while while he was with her.
It was also what ultimately kept them from being more serious. He knew full well that she hated him when he was being honest about his feelings and their relationship. He knew that's why she ran when he pushed the issue months ago. Still, he held out hope that eventually she'd feel the same or maybe slow down enough to think beyond the next 20 minutes. Either way, Vic would be around to see how she might turn out. He joined her at the car as she was jerking the handle even though it was locked.
"You keep jerking that handle and I'm not going to be able to unlock it." he chided her as he opened the doors and slid inside. The chill from outside hadn't quite permeated the car yet, but it was still cold. It was cold enough that Vic could see its effect on Sid's nipples as she presented herself, arching on the seat beside him. Vic bit his lips; it was as though they were calling out to be sucked, but he just couldn't after what he had just said on the curb. Sid would be right to call him a hypocrite if he did.
Vic fired up the car and turned up the heater to fight against the cold before he pulled into traffic. He didn't say much as he started for his place. Vic felt confident that Sid would fill the silence for them as he drove. He kept glancing over, still enjoying the view of Sid in her tight clothes. He tried not to let on, but he knew that Sid could tell where his eyes were going. He'd never made any secret about how hot he found the punky screw-up that he just couldn't shake.
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Vic rode along, getting more and more worried that Sid was not herself tonight. For one, she didn't say anything for at least 4 blocks. That wasn't like Sid at all. Awkward silences dies in the presence of the perennial prattler Sid Gunn. She would nip any budding comfortable silence with something inane, or worse, so sort of bodily gas expulsion. So by the time they were nearly half-way to Vic's place, he was starting to worry that maybe that near collision with the car had shaken her up more than usual.
Glancing over again, he found that her reason for silence was her phone. Vic breathed a little easier, but he remembered that she was on it when they were at MacGregor's too. He couldn't imagine that Sid was going back and forth with whoever she was sleeping with on a more regular basis than him. Most of the communicating Vic had with Sid was in person aside from the occasional "U up?" texts they would send back and forth when one or the other couldn't sleep and needed to be fucked into exhaustion.
Sid drew his attention when her thumbs started furiously pounding out a message before Sid terminated communication as emphatically as one can with current smart phone technology. Now he was certain it wasn't Tess she was talking to. If they had gotten into it, Sid would avoid talking to her like she had the plague. Still, Vic wasn't about to pry; he didn't want any of that venom she must have poured into the message sent his way. He was about to ask what got her so upset at least when he caught the look in her eye. He knew that look well; Sid had a naughty idea and Vic's night was about t get a lot more interesting.
When her hand landed on his knee, Vic had a feeling that it wasn't just his knee that she was interested in. Sure enough, it slid up higher and cupped his bulge as Sid made some crack about learning stick. Vic chuckled to himself. "Well, you certainly know the proper grip to get the car in gear so you're already half-way there," he replied, going along with the metaphor. He loved seeing how long he could push a double entendre before it broke. Sid was usually too direct for it to work, but maybe she was in the sort of mood to play along this time. After all, they still had a few more blocks to go until his place.
Glancing over again, he found that her reason for silence was her phone. Vic breathed a little easier, but he remembered that she was on it when they were at MacGregor's too. He couldn't imagine that Sid was going back and forth with whoever she was sleeping with on a more regular basis than him. Most of the communicating Vic had with Sid was in person aside from the occasional "U up?" texts they would send back and forth when one or the other couldn't sleep and needed to be fucked into exhaustion.
Sid drew his attention when her thumbs started furiously pounding out a message before Sid terminated communication as emphatically as one can with current smart phone technology. Now he was certain it wasn't Tess she was talking to. If they had gotten into it, Sid would avoid talking to her like she had the plague. Still, Vic wasn't about to pry; he didn't want any of that venom she must have poured into the message sent his way. He was about to ask what got her so upset at least when he caught the look in her eye. He knew that look well; Sid had a naughty idea and Vic's night was about t get a lot more interesting.
When her hand landed on his knee, Vic had a feeling that it wasn't just his knee that she was interested in. Sure enough, it slid up higher and cupped his bulge as Sid made some crack about learning stick. Vic chuckled to himself. "Well, you certainly know the proper grip to get the car in gear so you're already half-way there," he replied, going along with the metaphor. He loved seeing how long he could push a double entendre before it broke. Sid was usually too direct for it to work, but maybe she was in the sort of mood to play along this time. After all, they still had a few more blocks to go until his place.
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