Parker didn't need towel, the juice was going right where it was meant too now. "Yeah, the Admiral's a fucking dick. I'm going to punch him in the fucking face if I ever graduate and he wants to make a fucking deal with me." It was a moot point; Parker would never graduate. She handed him the gin that didn't have the bits of juice in it.
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Date: 2010-06-23 06:45 pm (UTC)