tinwoodsman
the Enabler
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Tony didn't even turn to look at Jasleena, "I'm going to take a quick shower and go to bed. You can do what ever the fuck you want to do after." He kept watching the scenery pass saying nothing more until they returned home.
Tony got out quickly, "I'll meet you upstairs." He didn't even wait for her, and just stormed up the steps.
After Mason had gotten home the first thing he did was get a large bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel Select and a mason jar. He poured most of the bottle in to the mason jar and sealed it. Next was a quick rinse and spit so that he'd have a slight scent about him.
He debated putting some on like cologne but settled for less being more. Opting for a sleeveless flannel shirt that he'd left open, and a pair of jeans he hoped anyone seeing him would just assume he was wandering around in a drunken daze. His assigned phone he'd leave in the room he shared with others but his burner phone was tucked in his left sock.
It was late, security was quite but still alert, but that was one place he could still go. One place where he could pretend to have wandered in a liquor inspired haze. It had a nice dark spot with security, more by chance than design, and would be the perfect place to file and update with the case via the phone in his sock.
Tony got out quickly, "I'll meet you upstairs." He didn't even wait for her, and just stormed up the steps.
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After Mason had gotten home the first thing he did was get a large bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel Select and a mason jar. He poured most of the bottle in to the mason jar and sealed it. Next was a quick rinse and spit so that he'd have a slight scent about him.
He debated putting some on like cologne but settled for less being more. Opting for a sleeveless flannel shirt that he'd left open, and a pair of jeans he hoped anyone seeing him would just assume he was wandering around in a drunken daze. His assigned phone he'd leave in the room he shared with others but his burner phone was tucked in his left sock.
It was late, security was quite but still alert, but that was one place he could still go. One place where he could pretend to have wandered in a liquor inspired haze. It had a nice dark spot with security, more by chance than design, and would be the perfect place to file and update with the case via the phone in his sock.