War prisoner (//BAF| and invited only)

[-Rax-]

He took out a packet of cigarrettes from his jacket, and the lighter from the same pocket. The metallic lighter made burn the peak of his cigarrette at the time that Ambre found the bretonian flag printed on his lighter. Jefferson inhaled the smoke from a pair of puffs and thought for the right answer.

-Then I guess you could provide us some deep information about yor shipline, as you know that much...?- She dodged the bull again, but Jefferson thought the precise words to corner her back. At the time he stands up from his chair and walks bordering the table, to reach Ambre's shoulders. He kept the sight on her meanwhile she was trying to ignore Jefferson's movements. When he was close enough to her cheek, he puffed the load of smoke rudely to her face and then he went back to his chair carrying a malefic smile.

-Then you'll just have to tell me why would we leave you to get back to the Roi or "baguette-land" sweetie-

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