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*Death's calm washes over him like so much marshmallow Fluff. One minute he's fightin' angry, and then next he's calm and content.
OF course, this is that ever elusive third minute. The confusing "How did I get here? And where did my nice warm cozy marshmallowy Fluff-esque contentment go?"
He rolls over in bed, trying to find that comfortable spot again. Even if it means finishing the dream about kicking Tim's ass six ways from Sunday. At least, that's when the three hit combo hits him. He's alone in bed. Someone's watching him. And something horrible about the night before.....

He finally opens his eyes and finds himself facing a wall, but he knows someone is behind him.*

What time is it?

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[locks_it_up]

Oh, I'd say that was a damn good reason.

Look. How much do you remember?

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*Uncovers his face*
Too much.

I...uh...didn't hurt anyone, did I?
promised bernard i wouldn't in the bar.

[locks_it_up]

You didn't hurt anyone, aside from scaring Tim.

*she looks down at her hands, and sighs* You know, I hate to say it... but I don't think I like your girlfriend.

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*he sighs. There's a lot on his mind*
never thought she'd ever pull something like this.
can't say as I'm surprised....

[locks_it_up]

I was surprised. It was a surprising thing. I'm not easily surprised.

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It's more a hindsight thing.
Her last boyfriend traded her to another band for a case of beer.

Course, only thing I ever had close to a girlfriend 'fore her, was driven away by a good half dozen poisoned stars.
*sighs*

quite the pair.