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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: To cheer up linaelyn.
Summary: Will has his useful traits.
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"Have a drink," Will suggested as he handed over the bottle.
Still dazed, James took it and stared as if he'd never seen rotgut before. "I never knew…"
"If it helps, neither did I." Jacques was already vigorously applying himself to the task of self-medication. "She almost took my balls off."
"Will?" Jack swigged some more rum to get his hands to stop trembling. "Why'd it be that y're still so calm?"
Before replying, Will carefully poured brandy down the throats of the catatonic Groves and Gillette. He gave Jack a disbelieving look. "Honestly, you can't figure it out? I grew up with just my mother, remember? I'm used to this. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's just about time for their rounds."
With that said, he picked up his sword with one hand and a basket of chocolate with the other, then set off for the women's quarters.
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