Clint followed along, smirking at seeing what he was seeing. "This is the most sausagefest slumber party I've ever seen in my life," he muttered under his breath but he headed for the counter and table laden with Chinese food and started grabbing. A fork, a couple of little white containers, some finger food, and he took a place in the floor between the couch and the TV. Might as well join the throng.
Jim just watched with a kind of amusement. Once people had eaten, he was sincerely considering suggesting a poker game. All they lacked was cigarettes and it'd almost be like things were, longer ago than he remembered.
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Jim just watched with a kind of amusement. Once people had eaten, he was sincerely considering suggesting a poker game. All they lacked was cigarettes and it'd almost be like things were, longer ago than he remembered.