http://evaskullface.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] evaskullface.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] dappered 2011-09-27 05:03 am (UTC)

[Emile snorts, a tiny bit of a grin sneaking onto his face. Yeah, he probably should have joined everyone else downstairs--knew he should have, really. The Commander had given them all a break from patrol for the next few days, so there was no excuse not to join the party.

He couldn't really fault the little ODST for wanting to make sure he was all right, though.

Emile gets up and takes a few quick strides over to O'Brien, reaching down to grab a beer and flicking it open casually.]


Hell, no need to mutiny over that. [He drains it quickly enough, wondering idly why a house full of Spartans had even bothered to get beer at all--but then, well, he supposed it worked well enough on O'Brien.]

Worried about me, were you?

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