Going to ruin my black mascara

[ghost_lilah]

You know what's a bitch? Incredibly drunk and depressed boyfriends who appear in your living room in a slightly suicidal state.

Yes, I found Wes. In quite such a state, I must admit. Came home after searching every bar in the city to find him right there, with a knife, talking about that bitch Justine (note to self: When I run into her next,

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[charles__gunn]

Uh. I guess that's good?

[ghost_lilah]

Fucked if I know.

Well, not fucked. At least, not by you. Thank God.

I really, really, need a drink.

[charles__gunn]

*smirks*

You got one at home and still can't keep your mind off me? Damn, someone's got a hang-up.

[ghost_lilah]

Actually, I need a drink because I've been babysitting my lover (who keeps me satisfied, which is more than I can say from my one time experience with you), and it's rather emotionally draining, especially when he starts talking about building our dream house in Hell.

Now, since I've found Wesley, I really have no use for you, so we can go back to our policy of non-interacting.

Translation: Fuck off.