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As strange as that sounded, Jason had actually lived through weirder shit. Again, he held the glass higher, out of Dave's reach. "You can't just demand someone's drink," he said. 

Dave shrugs and makes a swipe at Jason’s glass lazily. “Jus’ stupid shit. Too complicated fer y’to understand anyway."

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"I think it's hilarious, actually." 

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"Nothing I wouldn’t feel awkward saying in this body."

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Jason breathed a sigh and rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down. "I have no idea," he groaned, "I remember leaving the casino and then going to the bar, but after that...it's fuzzy." He really couldn't remember, but clearly, he and Mik had had way too much to drink.

"Why did I do? What did you do?" Mik said as he looked at Jason before looking back at the ring on his hand before getting out of bed. “What the hell did we drink last night? I haven’t had a black out like that since I was….17! I want to know who’s idea it was for us to get married." He rubbed his temple a little, the headache was going away too slowly and he needed a shower.

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It was obvious that they both had their secrets, and Mik had shared his, so maybe Jason could share one of his too. "Pretty good. I was on my way back from a job, took a short cut through the park. I wasn't expecting to get pounced on," he laughed, shrugging, "but, y'know. Stranger things've happened to me." 

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"I can treat you to some Chinese food as an apology for laying on you and licking your face, Jason," Mik offered as he as he took a couple steps towards Jason, watching him carefully, they had been nice enough to not shoot him or something he was a panther so he couldn’t be all that bad right?

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"You're extra...red," he snickered.

"Something to say, Tim?" 

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Jason didn't want to look over his shoulder, but he ended up glancing back. A double take confirmed that Red was following him, or at least, walking in the same direction. His pride wouldn't allow him to say anything, though.

"I think  yer hot, an I don’ hate you. Plus, you offered." The ginger pocketed his rag, beginning to boredly click the ball of his barbell against the back of his teeth.

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[He follows her along, letting himself be dragged] What is it with this family and nicknames?

Shouldn’t have much, to be honest. [Laughs]

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"Something to say, Tim?" 

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Jason dropped his head into his hands, sighing heavily as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What did you do?" he asked, groaning. "Why did you marry me?" Fucking Vegas, this town really was awful with all the freedom it gave a person.

Mik winced at the other’s screech, at least he thought it was a screech. Well too bad, his brain registered it as such. But then he realized what the other had asked him and snapped his eyes open to look at his hand. “Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod," He muttered quickly under his breath as he started at their rings, his eyes were wide.

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Jason picked up his glass, holding it out of Dave's reach before bringing it to his lips. "Try me," he insisted.

Dave shrugs and makes a swipe at Jason’s glass lazily. “Jus’ stupid shit. Too complicated fer y’to understand anyway."

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"All right," Jason said, giving a roll of his eyes. "Then that's the last time I offer." He punctuated his words with a scoff and then set off down the street, away from Red and toward his apartment. 

"I think  yer hot, an I don’ hate you. Plus, you offered." The ginger pocketed his rag, beginning to boredly click the ball of his barbell against the back of his teeth.

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It was late, but Jason could always go for some Chinese. "Yeah, sure, why not," he said, shrugging. He actually didn't need Mik to  make anything up to him, but he was more than curious about how the man turned into a panther, and more so than anything--why.

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"I can treat you to some Chinese food as an apology for laying on you and licking your face, Jason," Mik offered as he as he took a couple steps towards Jason, watching him carefully, they had been nice enough to not shoot him or something he was a panther so he couldn’t be all that bad right?