#horsefacehipster

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[merciless-soldier]

Comfortable in silence.

The time ticked by slower than ever. Levi glanced up to his family heirloom, a wooden clock that hung on the wall. The hand ticked around, and around, and Levi almost lost his thoughts staring at it. The day was long, the paperwork was stacked high and the Corporal had quite frankly had enough of the paperwork. He sighed heavily, taking another seep of an aniseed tasting liquor, letting the substance seep down his throat to warm the cockles of his heart. He groaned to himself as he looked at the time once again and all the work still needed to be finished. Right now he was ready to flip, and as he heard a knock at the door he just stayed silent. If it was one of the superiors, they'd respect that he wished to be left alone, if it was anyone else, they'd no doubt barge in with their shrilly voices, passing on orders. Either way, he didn't want to see anyone right now. 

[sasha-braus-archer-boss]

Beer for My Horse || Horseface-Hipster

Sasha poked her head out of the kitchen, to see if she was clear. No one was around. She stuffed the flasks into her waste band of her pants and snuck out of the kitchen. Connie had challenged her to snatch some alcohol from the kitchen. He knew she would be the only one to get away with it.  She knew if she was caught with the flasks she'd get into a lot of trouble.

The brunette was paying attention to where she was going, she was more focused on the possible punishments of getting caught. Sure enough Sasha bumped into who ever was in front of her, and fell back on her bottom. This was is, she was going to get it. But she looked up to see that it was Jean she ran into.

"O-oh uh...hey Jean."