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*wrinkles his nose* What's wrong with North Dakota?

*sighs* It's where they send all the fuck-ups. And it's so boring, dude. Nothing but cows for miles.

*nods* So, you're this season's fuck up or what?

*shrugs, running a hand back through his hair* Something like that.

*stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at him up and down* You're like in the force or something?

*blinks, but then grins, pointing to his wings* You bet. *offers a hand out*

Captain John Sheppard.

*nods as he takes his hands and gives it a half-hearted shake*

...'m Shawn. *looks around* So, Captain? What are you? Like 18 or something?

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*cocks an eyebrow, hands settling over his hips* 24. What are you? 13?

*raises his eyebrows and tries to look cool as he runs a hand through his hair* ... *mumbles* I'm 15.

*looks at his hand* You always stand like your mom?

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Right.. what? *drops his hands self-consciously* No. Do you always wear your hair like yours?

*goes wide eyed* ....whatever. At least... *looks around as he thinks of a comeback* ...I don't make out with cows.

*snort* Uh-huh. *hands back on the hips* Good comeback.

*glares, but shrugs because he so totally doesn't care* Well, it's true. You're the one who's going to live with Betsy and her friends anyway.

Betsy? *shakes his head* Whatever. It's better than Seattle anyway.

*looks up* Really? Have you... been like, around the country? A lot?

*shrugs* Pardon the pun, but it tends to come with the territory.

Yeah... obviously. *scratches the back of his neck* So, at least that part's fun? When you don't go to the middle of nowhere, I mean.

Sure... I mean, when my superiors aren't riding my ass. But hey, I get to fly, so that's cool :D

Yeah, I bet. *nods* So... What do you do? You... cut potatoes and yell at people all day in the middle of a boots camp?

Um. Mostly get yelled at. And fly planes. And jump out of planes... and get pushed out of planes.

Huh... You really love planes, don't you? Because, dude. *winces* That is like a totally lame job.

*scowls* Is not. There's nothing lame about it.

What do you do? Dig ditches?

*pulls his 'duh' face* I'm finishing high-school, man.

Right, because that's so-totally-and-remarkably-un-lame? Get over yourself.

What, you skipped yours, Captain Crunch? And just so you know, I'm going to be huge once I'm outta here.

*blinks* I.. uh. Have my MBA actually.

And what'll make you so "huge", Crunch-berry?

*runs his hand back through his hair* Well, I've got a great voice, I'm totally going to be a star. I may do some tv later. *shrugs* I have this cousin, that has a role in 'Melrose Place', you know, and he could so totally get me in...

I play a little guitar.. How's your voice? Could you.. sing something?

What's in North Dakota?

Cows. Lots.. and lots of cows.

Sounds... stimulating. Why are you going there?

If I wanna keep flying planes, I gotta follow the crowd... Ialsomightbeabitofafuck-up*ahem*

What do you do, crop spraying?

*glowers* I serve our country, thanks so much. Support our troops, my ass.

... The cows are actually carrying top secret files?

I fly planes for the military. For a little thing called the United States Air Force?

*looks at him* How long have you been doing that for?