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OOM]
Chad looks for the handle of the door almost as soon as it's closed, eyes widening.. but the handle's gone, as is the door.
Oh shit, Ryan is going to kill me, is the first thought he has, glancing around nervously. What is this place...
He moves slowly to a couch by the fire.. figuring at least he can think there instead of standing in the middle of the bar looking like a fish. A very confused fish. A very confused fish with big hair and the outfit he had worn to the Evans' for dinner. The Evans'.. that are, in fact, nowhere to be found.
Looking around again, Chad realizes he doesn't recognize anyone here. And why would he? But that pretty much knocks out the chance of this being a dream...
Oh, he is so screwed.
[tiny tag: chad danforth]
[slowtimes more than welcome, ca is goin sleepys ♥ annnd we're back]