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[molloys]

Uh-huh. You more a Princess Leia type’a guy? [dating himself, but corry’d been a star wars kid, modeling not a little of his adult aspirations on one han solo.]

Right, yeah. [corry clears his throat, catching the waitress’s eye and quirking his eyebrows with a slight nod of his head – a come here if there ever was one.] Ain’t gonna lie to you, Dean-o, still wrapping my head around all that.

[after ordering his classic drink (whiskey on the rocks) and waiting for dean to do likewise, corry settles back in his chair, hands folded casually on the table.] Guess it’s not so weird if you grow up on it, huh?

[cholesterol]

Dude, who isn't? Gold bikini.

( How could you not. )

My part in it, or that anyone would have one?

( it's a lot to wrap around, he knows. he will do the same. classic. easy. one palm sits on the table, tapping once, twice, before shifting in his chair. he's cool. he's being cool. )

Guess it got to be normal. But, there's always something new around the corner. Some prophecy or walking cosmic joke. It never stopped.