A date, huh? Now that's something, finally. Another little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth -- he can't help it, not with the thought of her all wet t-shirt dancing through his brain -- and he raises one eyebrow.
"You're gonna have to give me five or ten minutes after it starts raining, Freckles, so I can get all down and dirty first." And so he can put on the same old grubby clothes he wore in the jungle and lose the good reading glasses and make sure the gun's loaded and tucked in his waistband. And get the damn meds, and pretend he ain't ate a decent meal in months.
He knows how to be a convincing little actor when he's got to.
"It's a date, sweetheart."
It sure ain't raining right now, and that means they've got time. Picking up the tabloid, he holds it so they can both see it. "Guess I'm starting to get myself a reputation for preferred reading material, ain't I. Think you got me pegged?"
Back on the island, he's got stashes and stashes of magazines. Most of 'em ain't the kind he'd read in mixed company, though. Amazing what a man can salvage from a downed aircraft.
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"You're gonna have to give me five or ten minutes after it starts raining, Freckles, so I can get all down and dirty first." And so he can put on the same old grubby clothes he wore in the jungle and lose the good reading glasses and make sure the gun's loaded and tucked in his waistband. And get the damn meds, and pretend he ain't ate a decent meal in months.
He knows how to be a convincing little actor when he's got to.
"It's a date, sweetheart."
It sure ain't raining right now, and that means they've got time. Picking up the tabloid, he holds it so they can both see it. "Guess I'm starting to get myself a reputation for preferred reading material, ain't I. Think you got me pegged?"
Back on the island, he's got stashes and stashes of magazines. Most of 'em ain't the kind he'd read in mixed company, though. Amazing what a man can salvage from a downed aircraft.