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[waggishhumor]

Getting dressed had taken no time at all, because Brad was just loafing around the "living room" (re; the entire apartment) watching old repeats of Magnum P.I. when his dear cousin had informed him of the plan. Throwing on a shirt and a pair of pants, Brad had made the phone call to the pizza parlor and waited around until the delivery fool showed up and Brad made sure to tip the kid a whole dollar, 'cause he wasn't cheap. Luckily for Brad, everything after that went pretty smoothly, Charles had still swung by to pick him up with a car rather full of groceries (Brad was forced to sit in the back) and Brad never had the chance to see the boot on his baby. Had he had the chance to see it, you might imagine the two cousins going somewhere very different - one of them to jail, and one of them to the ICU

[hatesbears]

What an adventure, gang. Having spent the last hour and a half wandering the streets of Chinatown, maybe or maybe not stopping every five minutes to wander into a shop and ask the if they sold cat meat (Harrison Tweed, feel yourself lucky that apparently no restaurant in Chinatown sold what was obviously a staple in the Chinese diet), Rose had sobered to the point where she could walk in semi-straight line back to Jess's apartment. Well, sort of. There may have been one or two drunken falls, and a whole lot of looking up at the sky as she tried to get up and swearing at The Guy Upstairs. Because clearly he was to fault for her alcohol induced lack of ability to walk around a corner and not slip on the ice. But bare footed, wearing very little other than some sort of stretch-lycra mini-dress, she had finally made her triumphant return with chocolate biscuits and four more bottles of tequila

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