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TONY: We’re gonna need more nachos. And can you get litter too?

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A crooked smile continued to hang onto the demons lips, eyes looking wilder than what typical day to day tasks would ask for. They always held this otherworldly look about them, but the fever of the moment had clearly struck him and his sapphire hues tuned to pierce their way through their chained assailant. It was such a thrill and the feelings that boiled within Sidney had only added to Osian’s current state. 

He gave the merman a few moments alone in the hall while Osian bore into the accused that lay begging for mercy on the floor. Their may have been a strong blocking spell within the individuals mind, but nothing could completely outmatch the Prince. 

Emerging from the persecution, blood slightly crusted on his fingertips, he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and licked his lips. “Not much longer, tricky blockage on this one. Can’t quite tell if that means they know something important or just want to occupy us,” the demon shoved the bloody cloth back into his pocket and motioned his hand for a smoke.

Sidney exhaled down, his face softened from his quick rage. “He’s must know something. You cannot be that close to Asmodai and not have a clue where the portal is.” His voice rang with his sing-sing accent down the barracks. It echoed back in the same melodic tone. 

“Um…” Donna checked over the calendar and her work load. There was nothing Josh needed her for around lunch-time (and since he had lunch plans himself she didn’t have to worry about him working through and not eating) and she’d have to take a break at some point anyway.

“Yeah, that sounds great, Tony. Let me know when you’re headed back this way. But for now, definitely go because an angry Toby is bad news for everyone.”

Tony gave a dry smiled. “I think I can hear his shouts heralding from across the west wing. “I’ll be back, hopefully in one piece.” Tony smiled + hurried across the hall to his office. He quickly put down his bag + began the communication daily briefing with the staff. 

Lockers slammed violently around them, flooded by giggles and loud chatting. This was the third practice this season and Juliet was really kicking herself for taking the time off on the couch watching history channel reruns. She spied her best friend in the corner, tossing on a fresh shirt and made her way over, “I think adding the ‘sip when the narrator says extraterrestrial or otherworldly’ rule was the final straw. My head still hurts worse than Caroline’s lower back strike.”

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“And what part of don’t come back because I don’t want to be involved with what you do was unclear?” She arched an eyebrow. Despite the slight annoyance it caused her, she did plan on helping him. “Do you at least know what curse they used?”

Sidney stood outside her threshold his hands in his jean jacket pockets. “I only ask because I need your help.” He pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket.  "I’m willing to compensate for time and materials.” He lit the end + took a deep inhale.