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“Not my place to judge. I’ll take your WORD for it.”

  “ at least, you got a good attitude, kid. maybe a good head on you after all. ”

Chato lifted his shoulders in another shrug with a slight grin gracing his features. “Never watched House,” he retorted, sipping at only his second beer. “Maybe. I could use a whole lot of luck right now,” he admitted with a dry chuckle.

“Any woman that can drink like that gets as many dates as she wants.” He shrugged. “Just like you’ve been hanging out with the wrong hombres.”

      he arched a brow, considering for a moment not telling him. “ roughly --- dumbass, ” he answered gruffly.

“Don’t look at me with those damn puppy eyes. Harley pulls that shit enough already.”

“I ain’t sayin’ anything about this. My mouth is shut.”

“What do you wanna interview me for? Did Waller set this up or somethin’?”

“I’ve never seen a lady put away that many shots.”

“Sue me. It was a rough night so do me a favor and turn it down another notch.”

“ You always look so down, hombre? Or just one of those days? ”

“We’re just talking. I ain’t planning to set anything on fire as long as you don’t touch me , cabron.”

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Chato eyed June with wariness and concern. He knew she had a thing with soldier guy and evil witch or not, she was part of the team. “Alright,” he finally agreed, figuring another beer couldn’t hurt. “Ain’t nothin’ normal about us, chicka.”