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Sly was so psyched.
Ham was totally missing out and he’d get to rub it in for the whole upcoming flight.
In a town not known for having a lot of variety—especially because their crew kept coming to this same place to eat and drink—there were two new women at the bar. With their backs to him, he took his time moseying up to the bar.
He spotted the luggage covered in slicks. Mega-bonus: they’d just hit town. Too bad he was flying tonight. Maybe they’d be around for a while.
One was tall and had straight, jet-black hair down to her shoulders.
The other, much shorter, clearly had curves, and super-curly hair cut short.
“Hey, Teddy,” he sidled up to the bar. He handed over the order because he forgot to call it in. “And Harvey is whining about the horseradish again. Could you give me a
