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Katee Sackhoff, Michael Trucco. Unbetaed, unedited, unread.
"Cloak."
Katee throws a wadded up napkin at him, "Listen, Mr. Pensacola Wings of Gold--"
"Ah!" Trucco's hand pops up as he dodges, "That actually did well."
"You got killed off on One Tree Hill after sleeping with an underage girl!"
"Max Bickford."
She groans and grabs for the bottle on the table, downing a shot, because it's that or throw it at him. "I was young."
"And underage."
"Ass."
He giggles, and Katee blames the alcohol, because men don't normally giggle. "Cloak. It so wins."
"It does not win."
"Does."
"Not."
"Does."
She's laughing, almost choking on her breath when she shoots back, "NOT!"
"Wait, wait," Trucco tries for serious, but he's a little unsteady at it. "Your head--"
"That is not allowed in this discussion," she informs him, tone prim. "Besides, it's totally cancelled out by White Noise."
"Direct to DVD."
"At least I wasn't on the cutting room floor."
"Ah--" he smirks, hands up, "But I'm not. And I got a cool action scene with Nick Cage."
She shakes the bottle at him. "I hate you."
"I hate you more. Obviously."
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pataka02Katee Sackhoff, Michael Trucco. Unbetaed, unedited, unread.
"Cloak."
Katee throws a wadded up napkin at him, "Listen, Mr. Pensacola Wings of Gold--"
"Ah!" Trucco's hand pops up as he dodges, "That actually did well."
"You got killed off on One Tree Hill after sleeping with an underage girl!"
"Max Bickford."
She groans and grabs for the bottle on the table, downing a shot, because it's that or throw it at him. "I was young."
"And underage."
"Ass."
He giggles, and Katee blames the alcohol, because men don't normally giggle. "Cloak. It so wins."
"It does not win."
"Does."
"Not."
"Does."
She's laughing, almost choking on her breath when she shoots back, "NOT!"
"Wait, wait," Trucco tries for serious, but he's a little unsteady at it. "Your head--"
"That is not allowed in this discussion," she informs him, tone prim. "Besides, it's totally cancelled out by White Noise."
"Direct to DVD."
"At least I wasn't on the cutting room floor."
"Ah--" he smirks, hands up, "But I'm not. And I got a cool action scene with Nick Cage."
She shakes the bottle at him. "I hate you."
"I hate you more. Obviously."
-f-
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Either way, it's fun.
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I love these little interactions. Hee.
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:D
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