Ooh, vintage. [Bless, she's found them a spot of entertainment: an office pet.
Charlie's pulls the remaining pint towards himself, all easy angles. He's halfway through a pull of his beer (mostly foam) and more than amenable to a proper, honest handshake when the words actually connect and his hand seizes up halfway across the table. He shoots Chloe a sidelong glance - an unspoken "Ah," - and slowly moves to accept Victor goddamn Sullivan's bloody handshake.]
She's something alright. [Like looking for trouble.] Cutter. Charlie.
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Charlie's pulls the remaining pint towards himself, all easy angles. He's halfway through a pull of his beer (mostly foam) and more than amenable to a proper, honest handshake when the words actually connect and his hand seizes up halfway across the table. He shoots Chloe a sidelong glance - an unspoken "Ah," - and slowly moves to accept Victor goddamn Sullivan's bloody handshake.]
She's something alright. [Like looking for trouble.] Cutter. Charlie.