Jun 20, 2010 17:39
!bryn, how do i brain, !ironhide, !herz, anybody get that truck's number?, audio
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[There's a smile in his voice, but you don't get to see it. Yet.]
You, uh...y-you--you got any meds for that? Aspirin? That--that kinda stuff?
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[Wait. Uh.]
Fuck. I did. Back home. Goddammit.
[This is the most long-suffering sigh on the face of the planet.]
...Know where I can get some?
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[Bryn is hung over. Her head is pounding and she's been sleeping most of the day away.]
Hi...yes....you?
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Got back somehow...splittin' headache, though.
[Wry-est of wry laughs]
...Your boyfriend ticked?
[B-because he does remember having a (very minor almost completely insignificant) confrontation with the boyfriend.]
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[Bryn paused to rub her head. She groaned.]
He was...concerned.
[Jealous.]
It's all good now. Thanks again for seeing me back safely, by th'way.
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Right, well. I guess I can't totally blame him. I'd probably be the same, in his shoes.
[Not, mind, that he's ever really been in those shoes, King's or otherwise.]
And don't worry about it. I was just...
[Oh god, how do I brain?]
I was glad to.
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All people nothing. I just should have known-- should have-- Fuck.
[Tan clears his throat.]
Should have known better than to drink that much, that's all.
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[He should be hungover right now. And made of metal. He isn't, and he's peeved.]
Keep your sickness off the comms.
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Relax, was just checking up on a buddy. Besides, after a party like that, who isn't a little sick?
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