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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[cashe]

[ She narrows her eyes at him, but it lacks any seriousness, in fact she points two fingers at her own eyes before pointing them back at him.

Then she glances towards the door. It would be easier to sleep, the daytime typically had less demons. ]

Yeah, I think the sleepin' giant has had a long enough nap. I'll try and get some rest so I can attempt to be up by noon.

Hey. Make you sure you come back with some good follow up jokes. I may have won this round, but I am interested in allowin' you a rematch. There has to be some game you can win against me. Right now I'm two for two.

[almightythirst]

Maybe I'm just lettin' you win, so you'll get too comfortable and I can swing in on the next big bet. It's called strategy.

[ Obviously false, but he is indeed confident he'll win again soon. They never could one-up each other for long before the other came back swinging. ]

Get some rest. And text me when you're up.

[cashe]

If it's called strategy then you shouldn't be showin' me your hand.

[ Her tone is amused though and she gives a nod. ]

Yeah. I'll do that. You try and get some rest too and we'll touch base in the mornin'.

[ She goes to shut it down, but stops, like she's trying to figure something out before she offers a tiny and tired smile. ]

Night McCree.

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse hesitates a moment himself, if only because of surprise. But it shakes of quickly, replaced by a warm smile of his own. ]

G'night Ashe.