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Sep 30, 2008 09:32

[oom: Hearts and Minds and Urchins and Feet.]

Hurley step into the bar, a bit sweaty and his shorts are damp from the water.

"Oh. This figures," he says. "How come you keep disappearing on me, bar? That's so not cool."

It's not crazy to talk to the bar. It can hear him. D'uh.

He goes and sits down in a booth.

"Hey, buddy," he greets a waitrat. "Get me a Oreo milkshake, would ya?"

[ooc: Open until the post slides off the front page, yo.]

oom, raphael, hurley

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