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[getawaycarr]

"...Okay, good to know." She's still smirking, maybe even a little more so now. "Very good to know. I wonder why I haven't run into him yet..."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Just haven't gotten lucky, I guess," Tess replies. Both meanings. "He's former CIA, too."

Pretty solid emphasis on former, too.

[getawaycarr]

"Ha," Allison laughs, "Well---good. Then I'll have something to talk to him about before we fuck. Or after."

[dog_eat_dog]

She chuckles.

"Yeah? You don't mind having my seconds?"

As if she's going to stop fucking Billy any time soon, anyway, but they'll see.

[getawaycarr]

Shrug.

"Desperate times, desperate measures. We can't be too picky around here, can we?"

[dog_eat_dog]

“Not unless you want to try your hand with the aliens and vampires and that.”

[getawaycarr]

Allison could not look more put off if she tried.

"Yeah, what do you think my answer to that is?"

[dog_eat_dog]

“I think you’re not interested in whatever a lizard man from some random space colony is packing.”

Teasing.

[getawaycarr]

"Correct."

After giving her hair a final comb-through, Allison ducks around the corner to get changed. She would not be caught dead meandering from the showers to her cabin wrapped in a towel.

"This has been enlightening," she calls from one of the changing rooms, "Maybe we should make it a weekly thing. Shower Chat, Wednesdays, 9pm."