At the radio station, before the broadcast, after the dance...

[weissguy_]

Weiss stumbled into the station after having a really interesting time at the dance forgive him for not knowing yet to find the squirrels had left him *stacks* of reports for tonight's broadcast. Weiss's eyes popped open. "You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding. We're gonna need a lot more rum

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[psycho_barbie]

Callisto? Had drunk the punch.

Rather than give in to her desire to tear Logan limb from limb, she went for a walk instead. Somehow she ended up outside the radio station.

[weissguy_]

"You! Hi! Eric Weiss! I'm not sure if we met. Can you help?" He waved impotently at the stacks of reports.

[psycho_barbie]

"Callisto, and we haven't," she said, picking up a sheaf of notes. "Sure, it's not like I have anything else to do."

[weissguy_]

"Great. Hey, are you the one with the daggers who Parker seemed to like so much? I really wanted to meet you. This is awesome. Also, THANK YOU." Weiss didn't usually babble like this. Maybe it was the hormones. Or the drinkypoo.