Date: 2016-09-27 02:12 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (brothers)
Rabbit looks Lindianne, then at Preacher. Preacher looks back at Rabbit.

Then Preacher looks at Lindianne.

"In the Teams, you hide your birthday from your teammates however you can, because this is how we celebrate them."

Rabbit picks it up: "You grab the guy after a shoothouse exercise, handcuff him and duct-tape him to a chair, then put on a kangaroo court. You read off a bunch of trumped-up charges-"

Preacher cuts in. "Of which he's immediately found guilty."

"-and then he gets to pick the sentence for each charge - a shot or a shot. A shot from one of the simunition guns we use for training-"

Preacher: "And those things hurt."

Rabbit: "-or a shot of the foulest-tasting liquor we've got on hand. Usually peppermint schnapps."

Preacher nods. "Those hurt, too."

Rabbit chuckles. "We go until we draw blood or until he's too wasted to talk. Usually takes an hour or two." He leans forward, chin in one hand. "You in, Parker?"

As if she needs reminding: "This is your chance to get him back for all the shit he's talked."
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