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“A man after my own heart.” He ordered two, then turned back to the man with a smile and an offered hand. “Rocket. And before you ask, that’s actually my name. I hear so much as a chuckle, you’re buying your own drinks, got it?” It wasn’t that he was sensitive; he just got tired of the jokes.

“And you are?”

“Could be after more than just your heart.” Another smirk, and Eames was amused that someone else understood that there was pleasure to have in a good drink. “Wasn’t going to say a thing, mate,” he added with a smirk, shaking the proffered hand. He would admit that it was a rather strange name, but he’d heard worse over the years. “Can call me Eames ifn you like. Though you’re always welcome t'get a bit more creative.”

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   “Aim high, huh?” Rocket grinned easily as he shook the man’s hand. He had a firm grip, but not too firm. Not...