Page 68 of Far Cry


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Annette:Jackson and I want to have you over for dinner on Thursday and it's a party!

Brooke:That's enough exclamation points, lady. You're killing me.

JJ:What distinguishes dinner from a dinner party?

Annette:We're expecting you two at 7 on Thursday!

JJ:Will there be party hats at this dinner party? Is that what carries it over the line into party territory?

Jackson:We'll skip the hats.

Annette:Can't wait to spend time with both of you, together!

JJ:Are gifts exchanged at a dinner party?

Annette:And don't think you can get out of this!

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Brooke:Any chance you have a food and beverage emergency you'll need to handle tomorrow evening?

JJ:Are you trying to get rid of me?

Brooke:I just don't want to do this.

JJ:I'm the last one to willingly break bread with law enforcement considering Lau is a pain in my ass more often than not, but I don't mind your sidekick Annette.

Brooke:I think I'm her sidekick, actually.

JJ:Either way, I'm guaranteed a good meal from her. That's more than I can say for you.

Brooke:Yeah, feeding people isn't one of my gifts or talents.

JJ:Aside from me joining in, how is this different from any other evening you'd spend with them?

Brooke:I'd rather not view it through that lens.

JJ:The logic lens?

Brooke:Call it what you want.

JJ:Should we bring something?

Brooke:How the hell should I know? See, this is how it's different. I've third-wheeled it with them plenty of times and never once worried about sacrificial offerings to the dinner party gods.

JJ:I was thinking more along the lines of a bottle of wine or something, or some flowers. Not so much in the sacrifice lane.

Brooke:Again, call it what you want.

JJ:I can grab a bottle of wine, gin, vodka. Two, even. A combo pack if you want to go wild. I have plenty in the storeroom.

Brooke:No, that's boring. Unimaginative.

JJ:Your confidence in me is inspiring.

Brooke:You don't need any additional confidence. You're doing fine.

JJ:Okay. We won't bring wine.