"I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending"
“Have you ever noticed…” After two alcohol-infused milkshakes, those were dangerous words. “… how so many rom-coms about getting married make it seem like getting married is a terrible idea.”
Corinne tucked both feet up beneath herself on the couch and accepted the box of chocolates Tabby offered while making her broad statement. Valentine's Day was many weeks past but evidence of affection from a certain man lingered. Skimming over the guide and the remaining confection, Cory matched up a picture promising one smooth, dark truffle made of 76% fair-trade cocoa and Scotch ganache fillings. The first bite was sumptuous, like a breath stealing kiss spun from sugar and smoke.
Tabby was content ripping open a bag of neon-pink M&Ms and tipping them straight into her mouth. “I mean it. Made of Honor, wedding gets called off. The Wedding Planner, more like the wedding destroyer. 27 Dresses, engagement canceled along with one ruined antique dress. And Runaway Bride!” Still clutching the candy bag in one hand, Tabby tried to count with her free set of fingers. “Like, so many jilted grooms.”
Reaching for her own boozy milkshake, Corinne took a small sip, finding it paired nicely with her recent chocolate sample. As a bonus, it helped conceal the amusement at her friend’s somewhat passionate deconstruction of romantic classics from the early turn of the millennium. “Maybe it’s just Hollywood’s way of telling us not to say yes to a ring unless we’re absolutely certain.”
The scrunch of Tabby’s nose indicated a certain amount of agreement. She settled into her seat, sliding over the remote to Corinne and proceeding to toss M&Ms into her own mouth, before casually asking, “So, what would you say if he asked you now.”
There was no malice to the question, and Cory was long used to her best friend letting loose whatever random thought she had. Some things, however, were only meant for two people to know.
She clicked on the TV and shared a Mona Lisa smile. “I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.”
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Dick, pointing to Jason's photo : This is Jason. He was our brother. He liked literature and was very good at school. People would've told you he was violent but he was the sweetest and would've never been on the wrong side.
Damian, who has seen Jason training in the League of Assasins to commit homicide and probably mass murder in Gotham : Okay
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"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"
Gamble’s down. Repeat, Gamble’s down.
The message carried into various earpieces, rough with static. It sent Jim moving, out from where he sheltered behind a tree, across the danger zone. Rust colored leaves crunched beneath heavy boots. He stayed low. Cautious, until he saw his partner.
T.J. had gotten there first. His hand covered Brian’s chest, red seeping between splayed fingers. When Jim crouched beside the pair, T.J. looked to him with sorrow-laden eyes. “Sir, I think he’s bleeding out.”
“He was a good soldier.” Hand to forehead, Jim saluted.
With a grunt, Brian shoved T.J. away. “You’re both assholes.” Slapping his own palm into the red paint smeared across his clothes, Brian wiped it over T.J.’s cheek.
“Hey, hey, hey.” T.J. retreated quickly to a safe distance. “Dead men can’t fight back. That’s the rule of paintball.”
Another annoyed huff and Brian was on his feet, tiny twigs and other forest debris drifting loose from various limbs. “You want to know the other rule of paintball?” His head nodded northwards. “Don’t come gloating before you’ve won.”
The other two men turned just in time to see Tabby scale her team’s tower and wave the captured flag in triumph.
“Damn it.” While Jim never enjoyed losing, he could take it with a certain amount of grace. “I thought she was already out.”
“She played dead. Where do you think I got the idea to smoke you guys out?” Brian propped his paintball gun over one shoulder. “And next time, double tap, T.J., instead of coming to feel me up.”
T.J.’s noises of protest was the last thing the rest of the team heard before the connection cut off, replaced by the laughter of the victors ringing through the site.
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