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[hasasoul]

[You walk on to some … yard place. There's a faint ringing noise in the background. Angel and and his favorite blonde bitch (sorry Buffy) are there, sprawled out on lawn chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses. That probably wouldn't be so weird if it weren't the middle of the night. At least the moon is nice and bright

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[whatoncewashers]

[He... Seriously walked in on the wrong dream, man.]

Okay. I've clearly walked in on... Something, so... I'm just gonna go.

[Oh wait. He's dressed as a waiter. And carrying two glasses full of red liquid. That looks suspiciously like blood. See Flynn be completely unsure about his life right now. And just kinda laugh and smile awkwardly.]

[hasasoul]

[Angel just ... stares at him with the long hard stare of confusion. He's supposed to be here right? With the outfit and all ... ]

Are you ... did she invite you? [He nods his head toward Darla, who is being innocent and coy and giving Fynn a little ~wave~.]

[whatoncewashers]

[Wow... She is really pretty. ...That's still blood in these glasses, right? Oh what the hell.]

...Yes. No. ...Is this a trick question?

[hasasoul]

[Darla blows a kiss at him. Don't you want to be her midnight snack, Fynn? You know you do.]

No? I was really asking. [Now he's looking at Darla like what even. THEY DIDN'T DISCUSS HAVING THREESOMES IN THESE DREAMS 8| ]

[whatoncewashers]

I don't know her, for the record. [Hot as she is... He does not like that look on her face, okay? He's seen scary chicks before.] In fact... I don't even know how I got here. These aren't even my clothes... And I'm not even sure what's in these glasses, but I'm pretty sure I'm too scared to find out.

[hasasoul]

[Oh. Awkward.] If you don't know, you'll probably want to keep not knowing.

[whatoncewashers]

I have my suspicions, but I'm not examining them too closely. [And with that, he'll just... Dump the flutes not-so-surreptitiously into a convenient bush.] Oh look at that. Clumsy me. Don't move. I'll be right back with more of... That.

[When he... Figures out which way he came from. This is so confusing. Or the weirdest dream ever.]

[hasasoul]

Uh ... okay. You know you really ... don't have to do that. [Angel is just as awkward as you are, son. ]

[whatoncewashers]

[This is the most awkward party ever.]

No, I really insist. [Because he's... Afraid someone's going to make him bleed his own blood. It happens a lot to him. For being a Disney character.

Except this is a dream and the dream is a limited space and it's like fucking Inception or some shit in here. And so when he walks off in an attempt to escape, he just ends up coming back to the same place.]

...This is not going so well for me.

[hasasoul]

... You can't leave?

[Angel: a certified genius.]

[whatoncewashers]

No, I came back because I forgot my bag. Now I'm really gonna leave. [:|]

[hasasoul]

Where's your bag? I didn't see any bag.

[whatoncewashers]

I'm sensing you're not grasping most of this situation.

[hasasoul]

Apparently?

[whatoncewashers]

Okay. At least we're agreement.

Can I just ask one thing though?

[hasasoul]

Yes?