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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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