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[blesseddumbfuck]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of legs from the knees down. Biff apparently kicked it in his sleep; he's face-down on the floor. He makes a grunting noise, then a hacking sound, then a groan. He mutters something in Aramaic which would equate to "I feel like something died while breaking wind in my mouth

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[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly is... yeah. Definitely feeling that hangover "please stop the tiny elves from tap-dancing across my brain" thing. But Biff gets a smile anyway.] Pink--yes, I think that's definitely your color.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

[Biff sets down the camera and glances at Molly with a broad smile. In spite of the horrible cottony feeling in his mouth and the way his stomach is protesting even the very thought of food, he feels wonderful. As always.

He pats his hair, preening.]

I would have chosen green if I had been given the choice. It would really have complimented my eyes.

[He points to the one with the cosmetic explosion.]

Especially this one.

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[goodgrasshopper]

[She makes a thoughtful noise.] Hm. Yes, it probably would have. ...I do still have green... somewhere. I didn't use it all on Martha.

...And the makeup really does bring out your eyes. More men should wear eyeliner.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

I think I will leave the eyeliner-wearing to you. It's too much trouble to take it off.

[He looks at his fingernails, then holds his hand up to show her.]

Shame on you. You know red nail-polish is so last century.

[He leans back against the bed then, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn.]

[notarrowette]

[...Biff's hair is pink. Like he's been attacked with hair dye. Oh, lord. Cissie remembers Biff being in the pub, and she remembers losing track of Molly at some point and not finding her when she went to leave. She is not loving this thought process.]

...What happened to your hair?

[blesseddumbfuck]

[Simply, because a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell or over-elaborate about his pink hair:]

Molly dyed it last night.

[notarrowette]

[Aaand that is totally enough for Cissie to figure out who that other person was in his post, and where Molly went last night. Excuse her, she needs to take a moment to facepalm. Well. At least Biff is better than Randal.]

...Somehow, that's not all that surprising. [OKAY, moving on. Note to self: Grill Molly later.] I like it?

[blesseddumbfuck]

[And that earns Cissie a grin.]

Me, too. I think green is more my color, though. It makes my eyes pop.

[blesseddumbfuck]

I keep telling people I would look better with green. It would really bring out my eyes, wouldn't it?

[blesseddumbfuck]

...No it wouldn't. Green is lovely on me.

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Isn't it?

[persephonepearl]

You look like you follow my brother.

[blesseddumbfuck]

Which one?

[persephonepearl]

Which one do you think? You resemble a Bacchae!

[blesseddumbfuck]

Don't worry. I'm not planning on converting any time soon. Give Dionysus my apologies, though.

[notiaraincluded]

You must've slipped into that ladies night in the Pub.

[blesseddumbfuck]

Verily I say unto you, where the ladies are, so shall I be.

Gigolos 12:2.

[notiaraincluded]

[Luke gets a good laugh from that one.]

Preach on, brother. Preach on.