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[aphelionix]

Wallabin's frankly boring visits were starting to become commonplace at the Gladsheim base; to the point where even Locke was getting dirty looks from the fellow soldiers. When he slanted his glance their way, they usually shut up their gossiping and returned to what they were doing, though. One would think they'd be used to it by now, but they didn't cease to find amusement in Locke running the duo around. (They always silenced themselves when Gearhorn turned up, though.)

Luckily for Weiler and Locke, they were allowed a break from Wallabin while he met with Gearhorn and several other officers. (More demands to be met, more money to be donated and the like, Locke was sure.) There weren't many safe places to talk on base, unfortunately. He didn't even trust his own quarters.

There was only one place that he knew would be safe, due to the sheer loud volume of it; the cantina. It was less than glamorous, and the drinks they had to offer were definitely not as exquisite as the bar they had gone to. The company even less so. It was with a little reluctance that Locke suggested it.

"We could kill some time at the cantina," he had said, "but I don't think you'll like it."

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[tactician]

A low laugh echoed against Locke's arm as Weiler rolled onto his back, brows raised. "Well, well, well, Mister Cupid."

[aphelionix]

"Don't call me that."

[tactician]

"There aren't any surveillance cameras stationed inside my room," Weiler whispered conspiratorially.

[aphelionix]

"I figured," he said simply, doing nothing but closing his eyes.

[tactician]

To be fair, Weiler didn't quite make a move to detach himself either. Though it wasn't entirely unfamiliar, it was still odd - someone lying close enough to feel their body heat while you slept. Usually, his bed-related affairs never quite stayed for the night.

"I suppose you just really like me when you're drunk," he mused, sighing deeply as he sank back into the pillows, eyes closing. He wasn't exactly bothered by it.

(Five hours and eight minutes left.)

"Just don't throw an embarrassed fit in the morning."

[aphelionix]

"I won't," he mumbled. This was unfamiliar to Locke as well; quite an indulgence when the chance came, and that was very rare indeed. Locke usually assumed he couldn't trust the person he was in bed with. Connections were hard to form, and sometimes even harder to break.

"Night."