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I never realised that my kid has grappling hooks in his butt. >.< Getting him out of my computer chair took a crane and a couple of pry bars.
No title for this one yet; it's an AU and you can probably tell what my TV habits are... >_> *snicker*
The blond man rested his elbows on the desktop and steepled his fingers together. He smiled. It was an expression to frighten children and Jehovah’s Witnesses. It was an expression that suggested white-hot pokers and bamboo shoots under the fingernails. It was an expression that boded ill for Satan’s continued control of Hell.
“So…” he began in a slow drawl. “Gentlemen. Would you care to explain why you found it necessary to start a bar fight with the crew from the Peacecraft rig?” He glanced down at a particular handwritten note on his desk. “A fight that will cost me several thousand dollars in damages, not to mention your bail.”
The brunet glanced at his companion, who shrugged. “It… seemed like a good idea at the time, sir,” he offered politely.
The other man nodded. “What he said. Besides, their pissant driller called you a ‘fucking A-rab’.” He shrugged again. “I took exception to that.”
I never realised that my kid has grappling hooks in his butt. >.< Getting him out of my computer chair took a crane and a couple of pry bars.
No title for this one yet; it's an AU and you can probably tell what my TV habits are... >_> *snicker*
The blond man rested his elbows on the desktop and steepled his fingers together. He smiled. It was an expression to frighten children and Jehovah’s Witnesses. It was an expression that suggested white-hot pokers and bamboo shoots under the fingernails. It was an expression that boded ill for Satan’s continued control of Hell.
“So…” he began in a slow drawl. “Gentlemen. Would you care to explain why you found it necessary to start a bar fight with the crew from the Peacecraft rig?” He glanced down at a particular handwritten note on his desk. “A fight that will cost me several thousand dollars in damages, not to mention your bail.”
The brunet glanced at his companion, who shrugged. “It… seemed like a good idea at the time, sir,” he offered politely.
The other man nodded. “What he said. Besides, their pissant driller called you a ‘fucking A-rab’.” He shrugged again. “I took exception to that.”
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