[i]How am I already a third wheel?[/i] Deuce had to wonder as he watched his comrades team up with one another. It was a little amusing how easily everyone appeared to have drifted into pairs. It wasn't exactly something Deuce personally had a lot of experience with, his social skills only extended towards acquiring contacts, getting in a friendly conversation with a co-worker was something he had no experience with. That said the rest of his team didn't appear entirely incompetent, Aimee was a bit long winded but she didn't seem terrible per say. Although he had some doubts about the latecomer, the one by the name of Ellis, but he the man did style himself in attire fitting of Deuce's own ancestor, Philip Marlowe. Deuce was mildly intrigued to see how much he lived up to the hardboiled expectations set by forefather, for Deuce himself had already failed in the eyes of so many. 

Before his mind had too much time to dwell on the past, Deuce found his thoughts interrupted by the German teammate Victor the "doctor." Apparently the man was also feeling like a third wheel, something that made Deuce chuckle a little. "I wouldn't discount yourself just quite yet buddy, the two of us will probably end up fighting over that title. Oh and just call me Deuce, it's nice to meet you Victor."

Of course Victor's introduction also reminded Deuce of his potential rudeness to the women sitting next to him, "My bad Miss Zech, I didn't even bother to greet you. But yeah the name's Deuce, nice to meet you as well." 

"Now," Deuce leaned back in his chair, "What to talk about indeed. Should we be our own little band of three musketeers to avoid being third wheels?"  

[i]That was a terrible joke.[/i]