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Cino grunted taking the pain as a compliment Damn whata they feed you? Cino took his hands and grabbed at Ed's ribs in an attempt to loosen his loving hug.

"Meet you in the bar? Boy I'll race you to it!" He laughed and patted Ricky on his back seeing the torment in his eyes knowing of such a vehicular abomination was being birthed in his presence. " So you buyin' or are we playing the respected business associates who forgot their wallets."

"Option two of course." Ricky replied as he followed Soul slowly up the stairs. "No way I'm paying for that watered down booze."

THE NEXT DAY:

Tara's eyes opened slowly, the world around her somewhat blurred. Then, after a few blinks she rose from bed. The sheets folded off her as she sat up, her feet touching the cold wood floor, sending a shiver up her spine. Pale light of the morning played across her curved back, illuminating the black ink tattooed on her lower back and shoulder blades. On one shoulder was a dragon, the other a phoenix, both constructed of bones. On her lower back was the band symbol and name for TOOL.

She stretched her arms and tried to clearly connect the last few hours of the night. She turned as she did and saw Chamberlain in the bed next to her. oh, she thought as she bit her lip, a frown playing across her face as her forehead furrowed. Crap. That was not exactly my first pick for how to end the night

She pulled her sell away from the bed quietly and mad her way to the shower. After a long hot morning cleanse she redressed in the close from the previous day, picking a plain t-shirt from one of Chamberlain's draws to replace her soiled one. She left her hair down, not wanted to tie it up until it dried. She took one more look at Chamberlain in bed and thought, Though I could have made a much worse decision all things considered as she moved to the lower level.

Once in the kitchen she rustled together some materials and began to make french toast, frying bacon as well.

Lured awake by the smell of bacon Chamberlain sat up and stretched in the morning sunlight. His chiseled form a testament to the lifestyle he chose. After dressing and washing his face he headed down stairs to see Tara cooking breakfast. "You could have let me take care of that, I am a chef after all. Though I appreciate it." His handsome face was only accentuated by his mussed up hair.

Tara gave a smirk as she said, "Do something too much and you take the all the fun out of it. Besides, my father taught me to cook when i was young. It was like he used to say:" Tara said, changing her voice to mock that of a older English gentleman, " 'You have to know how to fend for yourself and defend yourself. It's a dangerous world' ."

She shook her head at that. "Even being in the navy, I doubt he knew the half the irony of that statement considering the things and people I've put down over the years."

Tara swirled one of the french toast slices once more in the batter before throwing it on the flat top grill as she said, "So, I don't have to remind you that when my daughter shows up today, which she no doubt will with her teammate, what we did last night is completely between us?"

Tara gave a flat grin to that but did not withdraw from his touch as she said, "You know what I mean Chamberlain. I don't need to be introducing you under that sort of premise. No, 'Hi, I'm Chamberlain, I was a good friend of your dad's and by the way I banged you mom yesterday night'"

"Though I must say, it wasn't the worst i could have done to break a dry spell. I can see why the lady yesterday was unhappy leaving," Tara said with a slightly devious grin.