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[holden_on_tight]

Holden figured he was drunk as hell, because he didn't remember ever having seen this place before in his life. Not to mention that he'd been expecting, after leaving the bar, to be outside. But he had managed to wander into some kind of goddam mansion. He took the red hunting hat out of the pocket of his houndstooth coat and put it on. That was

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[alcuin_delaunay]

"You look lost." Alcuin looked up when Holden wandered into the kitchen, and smiled. "Would you like a muffin?"

[holden_on_tight]

"I am," Holden said. As if suddenly appearing in some kind of mansion wasn't strange enough, he was now being offered a muffin, of all things. A goddam muffin, for Chrissake. "And…all right." He hoped they would be better than the cakes at Mr. Antolini's house. Those things had been hard as goddam rocks.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Help yourself, there's a basket of muffins over on the counter, I just took them out of the oven. Pumpkin or raspberry, take your pick." Alcuin smiled, tucking back a strand of his long hair. "Welcome to the mansion, by the way. You might as well make yourself at home."

Typist: If you're not familiar with Alcuin, he's incredibly pretty and rather feminine, very nearly albino but for the dark eyes.

[holden_on_tight]

Holden sort of wanted a cheese sandwich and a malted milk-what he usually ate when he was away from home or school-but a raspberry muffin would be all right, he guessed. It was pretty good. He didn't know what the hell to make of this guy Alcuin, especially the way he looked-Holden was half expecting him to do something weird and flitty any minute, but told himself to calm down. Just because old Antolini had started patting him on the goddam head while he was asleep didn't mean that everyone who gave him food was going to try to pull something like that. "Thanks," he said.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"I'm Alcuin." He smiled over his shoulder, continuing to work on making lunch. "Would you like tea or coffee or anything?"