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three. top gun, fightertown, usa.
"What are you doing here?" Cassie says, her tone harsher than she had attended. Her hands are up by her ear, hooking earrings into her lobes. Before her stands Tom Kazansky, probably the last person she wants to see right now. His brows shoot up, somewhat taken back. Without words, he held up the small little toolbox. The sight almost makes her laugh, but with a huff she steps aside and lets him in. "How did you know?"
"Your friend has a big mouth," says Ice, following her into the kitchen where the plastic tile is covered with various bath towels, leading Tom to stand right in front of the kitchen sink. "What did you do to it?"
Cassandra scoffs. "I didn't do anything, Kazansky. If you're gonna sit here and waste my time while insulting me then—"
Tom holds a hand up for her to stop. "Just...go do whatever you were doing. Christ," he mutters the last part to himself, shaking his head as he hears her pad off, presumably towards her bedroom. Ice crouches down, opening the cabinet to the sink's pipes. His brows shoot up at the sight—what the hell? He reaches in and finds the broken wrench holding the pipe together. "Hey, uh—what the hell is this?" he calls out to her, sauntering towards where he thinks her bedroom is.
He finds Cassie sitting on the bathroom counter, legs crossed as she gets impossibly close to the mirror to do her makeup. "Wasn't me," she says with her mouth in a weird shape as she applies mascara. "It was Slider, he was here with Tara last night when it burst."
Tom hums, watching as she moves the wand to the other way. His brows furrow curiously, arms over his chest. "What?" she looks at him in the mirror.
"Nothing." he says before turning on his heel back to the kitchen. Examining what Slider had done the previous night, Tom had begun to wonder how the hell the man had even managed to do that. While Slider obviously wasn't Cassie's first choice to fix her pipe, he had stopped the flooding—even if he broke the wrench in the process. After pinching his brow for a moment, Tom crouched at the cabinet and got to work fixing Slider's many mistakes. While Tom wasn't anything of a handyman, he'd hand his fair share of burst pipes in the military housings before. This definitely wasn't his first rodeo.
