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"Hey, Malibu," Slider greeted as he strided into the rec-room, settling down at the table across from Cassandra, who was twisting the plastic F-14 between her fingers, headphones to her Walkman around her neck.
Cassie's eyes flickered to her, not even bothering to lift her head. "Hey, Kerner." she responded flatly, fingertips tracing the little details of the model jet.
Slider sighed. "You're still grumpy, huh?"
Cassie let out a dry laugh. "Grumpy doesn't even cover it, Slider. I'm furious." she said, smiling coldly at him.
Slider groaned and slumped in his seat, head facing the ceiling. "Why? Why are you still mad?"
"You're marrying my best friend. And making me go as the date with yours!" Cassie exclaimed, throwing her hands up. Ever since Tara and Slider had broken the news that they were getting hitched, neither Tom or Cassie had said anything to one another. Not even in the air, or when they were in a room together. "I think I have every right to be upset, especially when it's Kazansky."
"Why do you hate him so much, anyways? He's not even that bad," Slider stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Cassie fleetingly thought about reaching over the table and strangling Slider right then and there—but she opted to sigh, setting the model down.
"Since you asked," she muttered. "He's the picture perfect military brat, all high and mighty 'cause his daddy was an admiral back in the day. He's arrogant—he needs to be knocked down a peg or two," Cassie is counting on her fingers now. "His whole shabang is that he's ice cold, no mistakes but I could name plenty," Slider's brows raise in amusement. "He's a ladies man and all of them fawn over him like he's God but I know him! He's a flirt just to make me mad, and he thinks that he's better than everyone."
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Killer Queen ⋆ Tom Kazansky ✓
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