“The skunks are inebriated,” Missy informed him with her paws on her hips.
“Aye, lass, give ‘em a break. The scouts weren’t prepared to find dead bodies.” Hank set his helmet on the bar and tapped a claw against a fresh dent. “This was supposed to be paintball, not war.”
She twisted her apron and poured him two fingers of whiskey without him having to ask. “In that case, I’m out of snacks and more cookies won’t be ready until sundown.”
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I don’t know where I’m going with this prompt from nother Mike, but I had some fun! My prompt went to Padre – check it and more out over at More Odds Than Ends!
