'Kay, you're gonna have to break that to the new security guard girl. Rachel something. *Walks out, but shows some evidence of still being under the influence of medical perscipstions.*
Okay... so... a few hours? A guess Krys can get along... *Sighs and slaps himself.* I'm turning into that guy. She got along perfectly without me before, she definitely can go for a few damn hours. *Looks at Kayla.* Just poke the needles in my eyes or something and let's get this over with.
My dad has reading glasses, though he says it's mostly because he likes looking at annoying people over their rims... huh, anyway, how long? *Tilts his head.*
Why'd I do that? *Smiles as he sets her on the couch.* Now then, relax. Don't want anything bad to happen... *Yawns and heads to her desk.* I'll do some of your work for you.
Jean: Well Belle, it's just who you are. Head on isn't bad. I mean, if you weren't so head on, we wouldn't be here. And yes, you should work on it. *He kisses her cheek.*
Jean: Shifting your weight, keeping it on a hair trigger. All that helps with misdirection n wrestling. It's not all strength. *He leans in.* Jean: Just like you not just all breath-taking beauty.
Jean: Stalemates ensue. Especially when she starts to get better, she'll eventually start to beat you. That's why you keep the jives and jukes up your sleeve... *A card appears in his hand.* Jean: As your ace. *He turns the card, and it is in fact an ace.*