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“Talk? I don’t want to talk anymore; get out.” Keos reached for the phone. “Before I call security.”

“Hey Hartley,” he leaned against the doorway “Look I think we got off on the wrong foot,” because your a jerk who doesn't like my shirts for some reason Cisco wisely kept that part in his head. “So maybe we can start over? No hard feelings?”

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Desmond wasn’t sure where he was, but he knew where he wasn’t. He wasn’t in the city that he was supposed to be giving his big advertising pitch in. In fact, it looked like he was in the middle of no where. Of course it would be now that his car would decide to start sputtering and shooting out some streams of smoke for good measure. Getting out of his car, he looked around, trying to see if anything was nearby. Spotting an auto shop, he got back in and started his car, hoping it would make it the few hundred feet. Thankfully he did and he got out the of the car, looking around. “Hello?”

Ian gets up from the spot on his porch stairs where he was smoking a cigarette, grinning as he walks over to the house next door with the new neighbors, and leaning on the fence, introducing himself with a two fingered wave. “Howdy. Ian Gallagher, man. You guys just move in?” he points to the house. “The last neighbors were kinda dicks.”