Room 518 [Monday Morning]

Oct 13, 2008 09:40

So, this weekend.

Right.

Gavin remembered skulking around town, smoking (and man, he was still tasting that), looking for someone named Lucas who had put him in prison for ten years and then finding him and killing him.

Twice. Once with a high heel.

And then he'd been lost at sea and come back with a mangled piranha eaten face.

...

Right. Gavin was just going to stay in bed. All day. All life. Good plan.

[Mostly establishy but open, sure!]

plot: soap opera weekend, people: inara, place: room 518

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