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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 8:40 pm
ZzzzzzzzZZzzz
: biggrin inah is out for the count::
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 8:45 pm
Won'erful... -Logan gets up, and carefully scoops Dinah into his arms. He stumbles through the bistro to the booths, and lays her down in one to sleep. Then takes his plaid shirt off and covers her with it.- Ligh' weight giiiirl.. -Sitting down in the booth next to her, lays his head down on his folded arms... just to keep an eye on her, and staying in a protective position. Yanno, just in case.-
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:24 am
-Yawns and stirs a wake, lifting his head off his arms and scrubbing his face.- Hnnng... -Nothing like the rare hang over he rarely ever experiences.-
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:26 am
biggrin inah pulls the flannel shirt over her head::
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:29 am
-Glances over, seeing Dinah still asleep. Sits up all the way and rubs the sleep from his eyes, stretches his back and arms with a rumble.-
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:32 am
Did anyone.. did anyone get the license plate of that truck?
: biggrin inah groans::
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:34 am
-He stands up, and makes his way to the back room for a moment, and comes back with some peptobismal and a glass of water. A big glass. He sets the pink bottle and glass on the table for her.- This'll help. Some.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:36 am
*A small green zilla waddles in looking for food. Upon seeing Dinah he make hurries over to her on his stubby legs, climbs to the tabletop, and licks her face repeatedly*
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:37 am
: biggrin inah pulls herself to a sitting position and pulls off her "blanket" which she realizes is Logan's shirt. She looks at him with a raised eyebrow::
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:42 am
AGH!
There's a little green thing licking me
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:43 am
Ya passed out after one glass of that Red Son Vodka. -He pulled a cigar out from a pocket and lit it.- We didn't do nothin'. Don't worry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:44 am
Rawr.
*wanders in*
Boyzilla? There you are!
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:45 am
::She stares at the 'Zilla on the table before her::
and the green guy? Am I imagining that as part of some hungover haze?
: biggrin inah hands Logan his shirt back::
Thanks. One glass? Jeez. I'm a pansy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:48 am
The green thing? I think that belongs to Powell. -Takes his shirt and lay it over his shoulder.- And ya held out better than most. You didn't smash the floor. -Jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Achilles, still out on the floor.- That pepto and water should help...a little bit.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:53 am
Usually I can hold my own. Comes from drinking with the JL in my younger years.
::chugs the water::
Wow, that stuff we drank was no joke...
::awkwardly pets the "Zilla::
er.. there there.. green guy.
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