Troy: Two. You?
Star: Three. But one involves a helicopter.
Troy: Knowing Conor, he’s crazy enough about you to have one stationed up there at all times if it’ll reassure you.
Cin: She’s not wrong.
Star: If I promised to teach him how to fly it, then he’d probably be down…
Troy: Fucker’s rich enough. Get him spending those dollars.
Star: He isn’t into FinDom lol.
Troy: Nah, him and that glittery jizz are just a sap for you. Anyway, why have you hit me up? Talking to either of you wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
Cin: You’re as friendly as always.
Star: You have trauma issues, Troy. I’m thinking of starting a poker game with ex-servicemen and women. Do you want in?
Troy: What are the stakes?
Cin: Good sign that you’re not arguing about having trauma issues. *coughs* Or that you’re fucked in the head.
Cin: How much do you want to lose?
Troy: Fuck off. I’m a much better player than you.
Star: She’s good, Troy. Improved since the last time you played her.
Troy: How do you know?
Cin: We play online sometimes.
Troy: You two are fucking weirdos. How about two k?
Cin: That’s all?
Troy: Some of us have kids.
Cin: Don’t make it seem like you don’t have money. That security system in your house was worth a small fortune.
Troy: Yeah, and it’s not as if it’s an investment that’ll accrue interest. That was a quarter-million dollars I’ll never get back.
Star: I’m fine with 2k. Makes it enough to be interesting.
Troy: Okay, I’m down. Gimme the particulars nearer the time and I’ll make it happen.
Cin: Cool. I’d better get going. Got shit to do, people to kill.
Star: *snorts*
Troy: Speak later.
Star: Happy snipering.
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