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Date Posted: 23:04:07 02/18/06 Sat
Author: Remy/Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Haylie/Shay 's message, "
It was a night
What a night
D.C. burning bright
Hell of a night
" on 22:38:13 02/18/06 Sat

(He was still laughing at Kyrian when the elevator doors opened on their floor and laughed all the harder when his friend shoved him out of the elevator with both hands so hard that he had to put his own hands out to catch his weight against the double doors. They had gone to the headquarters that morning to get their reenlistment papers and to have their issued weapons recertified, and when Remy had outshot Kyrian during the certification round, Kyrian had challenged him to a shootout at the paintball course. Remy never turned down a chance to let loose a few rounds of friendly fire on Kyrian, who tended to need a good paint splatter to remind him that he wasn't top dog around his partner all the time. So they had hit the course, and as usual it was like a hockey match - a very low scoring round.. since both men could disappear in the wooded course and only surfaced to make leathal shots at rare and poigniant intervals. Kyrian had started the fued by hitting Remy in the neck - a move that was not allowed - and then laughing about it.. so Remy had declared war and had gotten it.. he was still laughing.) You looked so funny.. (He said between gasps for breath.. he'd barely been able to drive home he'd been laughing so hard.) You looked like you wanted to kill me.. and then you saw the blood and.. (He lost it again and had to lay his forehead against the door to catch his breath, tapping his hand beside his head in blissful ecstasy.) (He could sell smoke, and though it bothered him the moment he picked it up, he could smell the burnt chocolate and that eased teh tension, plus he knew that Remy had probably already deciphered the smell. He glared at his partner, though it was with good nature that he did so. His thigh hurt, really bad, the ass had thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen though.) A little to the left and you would be dead right now, my friend. (He said and opened the door, letting Remy stumble through it and stepping over him to walk into the room. Both men were wearing jeans and had stripped down to their white undershirts, both of which were covered in paint splatters. Both had mused shaggy hair that had finger tracks through them in varying shades of neon paint and both had red faces from laughing and roughhousing most of the way home. The girls were getting a good view of what their lives had been like before they ahd come along. Kyrian had a decided limp as he walked into the living room and spotted Haylie on the floor.) That asshole shot me in the groin and he thinks it's funny.. (He said in a pouty voice, crossing his arms and looking over at Remy as though he were unleashing the wrath of Haylie upon him.) (He had landed on the floor in a pushup position and at Kyrian's pouting voice, he rolled to his back and promptly lost it laughing again, tears welling in his brown eyes. Through his gasps, he managed to speak.) It was so funny.. He ran out of ammo and stood up.. the idiot stood up.. (He had just aimed for the spot to the right of Kyrian's croth and let a shot fly, and his partner had dropped like a rock, cursing his name in a manner that would have made a sailor blush. He had just laughed until Kyrian had started laughing too, and then they had started another round - both men taking potshots until they were too tired to keep playing.)

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