If they come back they might even figure out that she's left handed so while her right hook is impeccable (thanks, Saw,) her left jab has made more than one man spew beer when she's punched the wind out of him.
She really shouldn't have hit anyone though, her knuckles are going to bruise like an end of season peach.
"I will be sure to pass it along," he says, mildly amused, even if he's dreading the teasing conversation that's sure to follow from at the very least Kes. Shara might take pity on him, it's a toss up.
He snorts quietly at the way she does not drop the middle name thing - but honestly, it's not really a secret. It was mostly a silly game, and he's walking home with her now, so he's probably already won.
"Jeron," he says, squeezing her hand. "Satisfied now?"
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If they come back they might even figure out that she's left handed so while her right hook is impeccable (thanks, Saw,) her left jab has made more than one man spew beer when she's punched the wind out of him.
She really shouldn't have hit anyone though, her knuckles are going to bruise like an end of season peach.
"So? Middle name?"
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He snorts quietly at the way she does not drop the middle name thing - but honestly, it's not really a secret. It was mostly a silly game, and he's walking home with her now, so he's probably already won.
"Jeron," he says, squeezing her hand. "Satisfied now?"