3 years had changed the eldest son of Venture...there he stood, his blond mop just grazing his slightly more developed shoulders...a small black mask hiding his baby blues as they waited for their cue
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Speaking of Brock Sampson, he was rounding another corner by the docks, making his way to the bay. Another week with no leads on Hank's where abouts, at all. He was used to it by now; the bitter sting of his unsucess in finding the closest thing he ever had to a son. Worried where he could be, if Hank was alright. Not that Brock was usually a happy go lucky fellow, but even more so these days, he just felt as if, he couldn't even pull his lips to make a small smug smirk.... ever. That was the whole reason why he was here actually. An old OSI buddy of his had called him up, going on an on like a little school girl about something he thought Brock would like to see. Not really caring, but not particularly interested in consoling Dean in another brotherless night, or listen to the Doc ramble on how he thought Hank would never return, Sampson felt like he needed some sort of lift. Parking his car in the marina he got out of his car lighting a cigarette as he spotted the fruity fellow waiting for him. Shore Leave
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Shore Leave, gay as a fresh-cut daisy, stood before the solumn looking slab of muscle and mullet he knew as Brock Sampson. Shore Leave knew Brock was HARDLY a little ray of sunshine, but 3 years was a bit long to be this mopey and glum...granted, he had every right to be (Shore Leave guessed...it's not like HE was gonna have any kids ever) but he and Brock had killed side-by-side...THAT was a bond that lasted! And what kinda friend would he be not to buy the sweedish murder muffin a drink and a lap dance
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While the combination of long hair and impossibly loud 80's singles were impairing Hank's hearing, he did have to admit that the sailor's mystery friend sounded VERY familiar...Almost comforting! He just couldn't figure out why...this was gonna bug him all night! Hank's baby blues squinted from under the mask...had this fellow been here before? He looked like a bearish type...maybe that was it. Yeah that was it
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Hank>>>Yeah, well...I needed a break too! I needed a break from "pop" yelling at me and blaming EVERYTHING on me, and Dean ignoring me so he could 'science' and Sargeant "inappropriate touching"....well, that's self explanatory! When you left, Everything went to hell! EVERYTHING! If it wasn't for Dermott
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