Mutual Hopes

The chair let out a warning creak as the titan leaned forward to pour the gin and Stan pointed out that he should probably switch chairs. Mentally sending back a token sarcastic response, Gregori quickly topped off each glass and set the large bottle down. He picked up the frosted blue shooter just as Hendrick took the dark green glass one. Holding up the double shot, the titan stood and locked gazes with the ex-scout. As the other man solemnly touched glass to glass, Gregori toasted, “To a successful mission.”

“About damned time,” Hendrick replied and swallowed his alcohol down.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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