lovemykilt (
lovemykilt
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2012-03-05 09:16 am (UTC)
Re: Trucker's pad, Sunday night
"But -- I --
beer!
" Priestly protested.
"Concussion," Jen countered, wrapping her hand in his sleeve so he wouldn't try to get up. "No beer till you're in the clear."
"That's it, isn't it," Piper said thoughtfully, looking down at the yearbook in Jen's lap and idly flipping a few pages.
"Beer?" Priestly asked.
She smacked him gently on the knee. "No, courage. That's why Trucker won't ask Zo out. You're afraid of what she'll think of your past."
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Re: Trucker's pad, Sunday night
"Concussion," Jen countered, wrapping her hand in his sleeve so he wouldn't try to get up. "No beer till you're in the clear."
"That's it, isn't it," Piper said thoughtfully, looking down at the yearbook in Jen's lap and idly flipping a few pages.
"Beer?" Priestly asked.
She smacked him gently on the knee. "No, courage. That's why Trucker won't ask Zo out. You're afraid of what she'll think of your past."