The Real Stuff

Gregori chuckled and lifted a brow. “Sanity?” he questioned. Hendrick nodded and touched his green glass to the bottle. The titan amused, obligingly poured him another. “You served with the General, and you still have some?”

The old scout held up the shot and paused, “Good point.” He huffed a short laugh, tilted the glass at Gregori and admitted, “That man, was a hassle.”

The titan nearly dropped his alcohol. He blinked and stared at the other soldier. “I’m sorry.” Gregori peered at the bottle label. “This must be the special vodka. Did you just call our General a hassle?”


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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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