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You ever been to Pompeii?

Well, looks like you're next up on my little black wardening book, buddy. Welcome to the Doug Eiffel experience, what can we do for you on this fine prison morning?

[Holy crap.

Holy crap.]

Well, uh. Looks like it really is you and me, Angel boy.

hey do you pay attention to the admiral at all

[OOC Note: For the sake of Chase's inbox - from here.

Raylan, wanting to make sure he made the Right Kind of Impression, changed out of his flip flops and shorts, trading them in for his Casual Work Standard and Hat, to match the wingtip boots. No jacket, just him in a t-shirt and open button up flannel.

Having no idea what Angelo looked like, Raylan scanned and amused himself by trying to guess, pulling a cigarette out himself and lighting it.]

[ Fuck it. That's what he thinks as he slips out of his own cabin, heading to where he knows Angelo is. It's not like there's parties of clubs on this barge anyway, nowhere actually cool to go after hours.

Knock, knock, Angelo. Roman's leaning in your doorway like some sort of terribly short cryptid. ]

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Audio, couple hours after pairings go up

Officially paired bitcheeeeeeeeees

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