“Always drink first,” Lincoln said, except he was still sober. Oops. He and alcohol had not been friends in the past, and maybe it was a bad idea to start again. Even if it did take an edge off of the anxiety. Especially if it took an edge off the anxiety. “Sorry, I’m Lincoln. Scitech. Just transferred here. I was more just looking for someone I could talk to for a music request?”
The moment of clarity flashed on her face. Fuck, of course. She’d had this conversation a couple of days ago, but, it was, in the true patented manner of Skye, quickly shrugged off as ‘I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it’. Nobody had told her the bridge was from scitech, very easy to get attached to based on the minute they’d known each other, and already waiting to be burnt. “I’m Skye, your transitioner from scitech to comms, the clearly more superior division,” she said, corners of her mouth tugging upward. “I’m joking. But, I am your S.O. and the one that hijacked the music. Hacker perks. If you do decide to convert. No pressure.”
“I’m so glad I ran into you while sober.” Skye then promptly extended the tablet to him, “Pick.”
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