Re: To the Right Bedroom!
"Call me Damon," Baird replied back quickly.
Baird took a breath when Steve began talking. Looks like the government here are just as fucked up... well, almost.
"Typical. Fuckin' government, just treats people like public resources to be used..." The familiar venom seeped into his voice, "do this, do that, join the army or die, don't do this, don't do that, you can only fuck if it creates more slaves for us, and don't expect any promotions or respect unless you're some jarhead douchebag asshole that will suck Hoffman's cock on command..."
Damon looked at the other man with a slight, weak, bitter smile on his face. "Comics, huh? Me, read a few of those when I was a kid. All of 'em sucked, they were all about the glories of being an obedient little slave of the regime, how awesome it is to take orders and please your commanding officer, how you only matter if you're buff as fuck and live to serve the State, that kinda shit. How fuckin' convenient..." he scoffed. "I'm sure your comics are better," he quickly added.
They kept walking down the hall until Damon got to the room in question. He gestured to the door. "Here you go, stash and crash. Wanna eat?"