Lyle fired one blade sidearm.

“Well I did get her number.”

And a second.

“I told her wanted to buy her a fix up job.”

The third knife sunk into the wood.

“So tonight we are just going for a haircut.”

Lyle let go over the last three knives quick. The target was left adorned by symmetrical smilling face.

“A haircut and then dinner at Le Circe.”

The clowns laughter filled the theater in a storm, and Lyle laughed with them.

“One in every port, I swear.” Ralph threw up his hands again.

“When did we join the Navy? And how come I’m never a happy sailor?,” Ren groaned.

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