Inks & Holes, Thursday night

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Soooo, Kenzi had caught up with Topher. And kept trying to talk him out of ice-skating. As much fun as him on ice as a drunken penguin would be.

And they were wandering through the streets of Fandom.

And look, this place was still open....

[for dollpocalypse, but hey, if someone happens to run across them, all to the good]

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher tugged on Kenzi's sleeve. "I wanna go in here! I wanna go in here! I wanna wanna wanna wanna go in here!"

Sometime in the middle of that, he'd managed to stumble inside.

"Nuqneh," he said loudly to the room. Or meta for Klingon for "Hello."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher nodded bravely.

"Not gonna hold your hand," he said haughtily. Then giggled. "I sound like Pet--"

And then the needle-gun touched his skin and he shrieked and clutched her hand for support.

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"You do!" Kenzi said, raising her voice a little, knowing exactly who he meant. The autoneedle wasn't that loud, but it was persistent. "Just think how impressed he's gonna be!" Ow, ow, ow....

[dollpocalypse]

Topher had to snort a laugh at that. "He's gonna be like -- be like -- "

He sat up straight and assumed his best (and eerily accurate!) impression of Peter's voice. "Topher, now that you have that on your ankle, build me a robot spaceship! With a camera! Hmph!"

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Kenzi cracked up, trying not to mind the grip on her hand, and said in return, "Kenzi! Who's that over there? Tell me about them!" Her impression wasn't as good, but hey. "Hey, you can make yourself deflector shields!"

[dollpocalypse]

"I caaaaan! I should! I WILL!" He wouldn't. "And and and and and laserses for Toooooooony. 'Cause Tony can't make a laser. And he's bad in bed!

...Address whatever part of that statement you felt like, Kenzi.

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"Do you... actually remember that?" Kenzi asked, brain half-drunk and all-curious. "I thought you forgot all that. The sexybits."

[dollpocalypse]

Apparently booze brought it up again! A fact for which Topher would be so thankful in the morning. Not.

"I thought so too!" Topher said, tilting his head. "Nuh! 'member now."

Bounce bounce bounce bounce! Peer down at the tattoo guy, and...

"Oooh! Text!" He shoved his phone up at her. "Whazzit say?"

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"It's Tony! Hi Tony!" Yes, Kenzi knew he couldn't hear her. She was just in that kind of mood. "He wants you to drink water."

And shut off his cellphone. No, Kenzi wasn't going to mention that. "So you don't get sick. Aww, he's a good friend."

[dollpocalypse]

"Drank a lot already," Topher pointed out. "Kinda have to pee."

He glanced down at the tattoo guy. His ankle didn't hurt so much now once he'd gotten used to the initial pain of it.

"Are you almost done?" he asked loudly. There was his obnoxious voice! Good to have you back!

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"Two-thirds there, dude. Hang in there," the tattoo artist said in an abstracted voice.

Kenzi poked him. "Don't bug the guy with the giant electric needle. You want him to put other symbols on your foot too?"

[dollpocalypse]

Topher's eyes bulged.

"Check! Check check check!" he insisted, attempting to poke her repeatedly. And missing twice. His coordination had been better.

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Kenzi tilted her head to check, then pulled back, giving Topher a thumb's up. Then poking him back.

"Chill, dude. Chill. It will look awesome! Yes!"

[dollpocalypse]

"Whew." Biiiiig sigh of relief. "Thanks."

Aww, that sounded genuine! Until he swallowed and his face took on a look of, shall we say, discontent.

"I feel sick," he announced queasily.

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Thaaaaat would be Kenzi scooting back. And sliding over a trash can. "Dude. Here. And breathe through your mouth. It might help."

[dollpocalypse]

Biiiig gulp of air, and then --

"Okay. We're good!"

Tattoo Guy was clearly very, very relieved.