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[qsilver_lab_rat]

Someone walks into the bar, scratching at the back of his head. That's a good sign, anyway. Usually when he was scritching his hair, that meant no one had been cutting into it for a treasure hunt.

Yeah, Darien's life is interesting. Don't ask him why he'll never visit the Chinese Embassy again, okay

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[bloody_rockgod]

Darien is entrapped n a pair of strong arms and squeezed.

With loooooooooooooove.

"Hi," Charlie says cheerfully. "I understand there's a holiday tomorrow involving lots of food?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

Blink.

"What?"

Uh, nowhere near Thanksgiving where he is, but...

"Which one? The one where I give you something or the one with the turkey? Cause I'm not ready for the gift-giving cause it's, like, March where I am."

[bloody_rockgod]

"The one with the turkey. Jack is deep-frying theirs. We're invited, if you want to go to Vegas." He leans his chin on Darien's shoulder and slowly sways.

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Isn't that how you, like, lose a --Vegas?"

He perks up.

"I can do Vegas."