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[the phrase cat that ate the canary would be terribly cliche but still apropros for this particular situation they're in and the shit-eating grin that currently occupies the better part of mick's face. he is most definitely hearing this.
and reliving that moment, so long ago when mick and len were just getting to know sara lance. it's been years (it's been lifetimes for mick if he wants to really think about it) and he still thinks there's something viscerally appealing about how she moves. mick nods along to the sweet sounds of captain and tennille spilling forth from the speakers.
they roll on and on until finally she's turning into the parking lot for the beach. before she can even put the car in park, he's getting ready to exit, grabbing the towel up in his arms again once she's finally applied the e-brake, mick steps out, smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth as he turns his head to address her.]
You comin', Lance?
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