Lisa and Yvonne joined them at their table. Their hair unkempt, their eyes bloodshot. Luke perked up on hearing Lisa’s voice.
Lisa was small sassy Trooper. She was five foot with brown hair and freckles. Yvonne was tall, with long red hair. Lisa was talkative, friendly whereas Yvonne tended to be more terse, at least when talking to the guys..
“Ladies, how are we today,” John asked. His eyes averted to where the food was being to next.
Lisa frowned. “Stinky.”
“I hate that there no showers. I feel disgusting,” Yvonne added.
Connor, a bald and pot bellied Trooper joined and completed the table. “Yuck, stay away from me then.” The group laughed.
“We could even if we wanted to with all the locked doors and cameras.” Yvonne smiled.
“Bet he won’t be saying that when you get a chance to doll up” John added.
For a moment, Lisa and Luke’s eyes meet across the table.
The great had filled by now. In the distance punches are thrown, but it received little attentions and was broken up with fanfare. A regular ocurence.
The brown slop that passed for food reached their table. For a moment, they all gazed at it.
Lisa stabbed it with her fork. “It looks worse every time.”
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