[Hey, he's made his own stupid pinkie promises to Lise growing up. He gets it.
Yep. Totally letting himself in, six pack in hand. If he's in here he can drink in peace because most of the crew is convinced they're always screwing behind closed doors.
They're not. At least not usually.
Mick sets the beer on the closest table and proceeds to take up most of the bed.] Ah. That's better.
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Soon, hopefully.
Although that would be entertaining for a few minutes...at least until Sara started yelling at us.
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Us? Unless you're setting fires too and not telling me? [Don't hold out on him Lenny.]
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I didn't stop you, etc...
Don't worry, Mick, I'll tell you if I decide to start setting fires.
Pinkie promise.
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Good. [Because those stupid pinkie promises mean something to his partner.
But if they don't find something to do soon, he's probably just going to break into Snart's room and make himself comfortable.]
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[Look. The pinkie promise is sacred.
Shut up.
Leonard probably wouldn't mind that. You know. If it becomes necessary or something.]
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[Hey, he's made his own stupid pinkie promises to Lise growing up. He gets it.
Yep. Totally letting himself in, six pack in hand. If he's in here he can drink in peace because most of the crew is convinced they're always screwing behind closed doors.
They're not. At least not usually.
Mick sets the beer on the closest table and proceeds to take up most of the bed.] Ah. That's better.
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He watches with used interest as Mick makes himself cozy across the majority of the bed.]
You're such a bed hog. It's rude and uncivilized, you know.
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Sides. Your bed is nicer.
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Of course it is. I made my room selection very carefully.