|Repose Alternate (reposealternate) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-11-13 21:53:00
|Entry tags:||*log, ade pepple, f eames, ~plot: halloween|
Wrap GI Jane/Carnie
Who: Carnie/GI Jane
Warnings: Probably none.
Really, the guy didn't know the song? But, fine, she wasn't sure she even still had it on her iPod anyway. It was a few years old and new songs were coming out all the time, out with the old and in with the new -- at least with music. Still, she didn't call him on it, only raised an eyebrow that said she'd caught that look before he agreed.
It was not a big deal.
She took a step back when he bent over, prepared to hear him retching -- but he didn't. She'd seen worse than a little sick up, but that was when she was over seas and there was some shit she didn't want to deal with when she was home.
"Hey, man," and her voice cracked on the syllables, edging deeper as light began to filter through the buildings. What the fuck? Jane reached out, and the hand that emerged from the sleeve was definitely a whole lot less feminine than it had been a few minutes ago. Was this Yank still going to sick up? Cause they were gettin' the fuck outta dodge if that was so.