*At my flat, In the Sitting Room*

May 15, 2008 23:46

Last night really wore me out, and I wish it was because of sex ( Read more... )

david, friends, guitar, love

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doctor_tennant May 16 2008, 05:41:03 UTC
Excuse me, Johnny, but do I smell pot?

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simm_master May 16 2008, 06:47:05 UTC
*looks up at her, stares*

I don't like making promises that I'm not sure I will keep.

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miss_billie_p May 16 2008, 06:57:01 UTC
Oh John... really. You can't, you just... You've got me here and David, and you don't need that.

*she takes his hand* Please, John... don't do this.

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simm_master May 16 2008, 07:06:40 UTC
*sighs*

I'll try. *squeezes her hand*

*wants to look at David, but finds it hard for some reason*

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miss_billie_p May 16 2008, 07:10:35 UTC
*she reaches around to hug him quickly and pulls back with a small sort of sad smile*

Thank you, John.

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doctor_tennant May 16 2008, 07:08:29 UTC
Why not buy a bottle of whickey instead, aye.

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simm_master May 16 2008, 07:13:57 UTC
Whiskey only makes the emotions worse.

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doctor_tennant May 16 2008, 07:15:25 UTC
Yeah I don't think me being here is the best idea. Take care of him, doll.

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simm_master May 16 2008, 07:27:25 UTC
Now what's wrong?

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simm_master May 16 2008, 07:08:59 UTC
I'm feeling a bit peckish. Maybe I'll go see what I can bang up...

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miss_billie_p May 16 2008, 07:11:49 UTC
You want some help?

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simm_master May 16 2008, 07:22:05 UTC
No, I'm good.

*looks at David* Want something to eat?

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