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Slake
Gibbs brought the beer bottle up to his mouth. Taking a big drink to slake his thirst, Gibbs contemplated his current change in scenery and the reason behind it. Normally, he'd be in his basement, but he couldn't be there right now.
Tony was always in his basement these days and it was driving him crazy. Tony was always getting into his space and asking all sorts of questions. Hence, instead of working on his boat to relax, he was now at an out of the way bar trying to drink himself to oblivion.
Truthfully, he was running away, but he refused to admit it even to himself. He just needed a break. At least that's what he tried to convince himself of. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep up the illusion even to himself.
