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"Handling or handling because I've heard both of those and have money on the second." Just one of many betting pools going around the MOI. What, there's only so much to keep them occupied.
"How've things been for the rest of you? Aiden giving you shit? Director stalking around all disappointed dad face?"
"Does it matter which really? He manages him so nobody else has to." And that was a blessing for everyone, really.
"Decent enough. Price seems more focused on the leaderboard than the rest of us, to be honest and the Director barely acknowledges we exist outside of the sparring room." He finiahed his beer and turned back to his food.
"So you ditched North to come looking for a hiding place?
"I get five grand if I'm right so it kinda matters." Adjusting for inflation and interest and shit but- yeah. Proof he was right would be nice but...it is damn near impossible to tell which way Florida swings.
Aside from the odd bet, no one really wants to think about it.
"South was six shots in and talking shit. That is not a South I wanna hang around. North'll keep her from getting arrested, probably." And he'll just slide along somewhere nice and quiet with one of the Agents that doesn't actively resent him for doing well.
"That's going to be a fun night for him." He tended to steer clear of South anyway. She had a tendency to overreact and that was a headache he didn't need.
"Kind of glad I'm flying under the radar, to be honest. He glanced up when the waitress brought him another beer before opening it.
"You bet 5 grand on whether they're sleeping together or not? Do I want to know what other bets are circulating about relationships in the programs?"
"You want in you gotta talk to niner. She keeps track." And pays out, holds credits, etc. The Program's personal bookie and smuggler. York is more than a little infatuated and a lot afraid.
"There's a twenty five grand one going 'round about Maine and Wash. It's bullshit but they play it up. I think there's a ten grand one on me and North." He can't keep track. "And a one grand one on Utah and Georgia."
"Nah, I'll save my money, thanks. My luck, I'd bet wrong and lose it and there better ways to spend it." He shrugged a shoulder before finishing his beer.
"I wouldn't even be remotely surprised." Because that sounds like something South would do, honestly. "Because clearly just because we spend time together when we're all stuck on the same ship, we're obviously sleeping together.
"Well you get a bunch of hot adrenaline junkies together, mix them up with the odd dash of contraband and way too little leave time? I'm surprised more people aren't screwing around." Wouldn't that make the Director's day?
"Valid point." For some of them anyway. Penn pushes his plate away and shifts to his feet, glancing at York for a moment before offering a slight smile.
"But I doubt it applies to everyone." Not that he honestly has idea, but there aren't that many of them. "Besides, if I was going to lay money on you and anyone, it'd probably be Carolina."
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"How've things been for the rest of you? Aiden giving you shit? Director stalking around all disappointed dad face?"
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"Decent enough. Price seems more focused on the leaderboard than the rest of us, to be honest and the Director barely acknowledges we exist outside of the sparring room." He finiahed his beer and turned back to his food.
"So you ditched North to come looking for a hiding place?
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Aside from the odd bet, no one really wants to think about it.
"South was six shots in and talking shit. That is not a South I wanna hang around. North'll keep her from getting arrested, probably." And he'll just slide along somewhere nice and quiet with one of the Agents that doesn't actively resent him for doing well.
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"Kind of glad I'm flying under the radar, to be honest. He glanced up when the waitress brought him another beer before opening it.
"You bet 5 grand on whether they're sleeping together or not? Do I want to know what other bets are circulating about relationships in the programs?"
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"There's a twenty five grand one going 'round about Maine and Wash. It's bullshit but they play it up. I think there's a ten grand one on me and North." He can't keep track. "And a one grand one on Utah and Georgia."
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"You and North? Really?"
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It makes no sense."
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"But I doubt it applies to everyone." Not that he honestly has idea, but there aren't that many of them. "Besides, if I was going to lay money on you and anyone, it'd probably be Carolina."
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"It's complicated." Fraternization rules and shit.