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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:22 am
"I can't... I aint t'inkin' straight... s'yer god damn weed, y'feckin' a*****e! It's... it's somet'in'!" He snapped and growled in a sudden terrible temper. Something had gotten under his skin and was troubling him, but it was unclear as to what, exactly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:26 am
"Whoa, hold on..." Sid reached out, reaching out to steady Billy. "Just chill for a bit."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:29 am
But Billy didn't listen, flopping onto the tile floor with a wet, sad, boneless noise, and he took a moment to catch his breath and untangle his limbs.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:30 am
"Billy, seriously... Just take a little while to come down, you'll feel better then."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:32 am
He curled up against the side of the tub, limbs snaking to coil around his head and hide his face from view, "Feckin' place... feckin'... go' damn... women..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:35 am
Sid rested one hand against the sink. "Don't let her get under your skin, man... women are just like that. You gotta show you're stronger than that, cause they like when they know they're making you crazy."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:39 am
"It aint jes' her," He moaned, "It... s**t, man... " The being sober thing had seemed like a good idea, seemed easy enough, but in truth it was grating on his nerves. Why was he doing it? To try to impress Aubrey? Fat chance. He knew she loved him, but of course she'd choose the one with the real p***s, his own tropical horror paridice and undoubtably millions in wealth to fund the whole operation. But Billy wanted her. He had been tortured and teased and tickled and lead along by the scientific vixen, and his drug-raped mind wasn't sure how to digest his current situation. "S'all.... goin' hazy again..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:41 am
"Just hang around a bit, it'll clear..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:44 am
He shifted, mind buzzing with various painfull thoughts befor peering up at the fish-man with a broken expression, "D'y'go'... anyt'in' else besides th'weed?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:46 am
"Uhh..." Sid looked to the door again. "I've got beer... and whiskey... and vodka... few other things, maybe."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:51 am
"Nothin'..." He gave a nervious tick and a half hearted sniff through his tiny nostril. "... y'know...?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:58 am
"Sorry, man..." Sid sighed. "Like I said, I quit that in the 80's."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:00 pm
"Jes' feckin' great," The octopus groaned, lowering his head again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:02 pm
"Sorry," Sid said again. "Wait til after sunset at least. It'll be cool out then... not as bright."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:21 pm
"Wha' th'hell m' I doin'? I spend... all me feckin' time... bloody... catchin' an'eatin' fish an' feelin' sorry fer meself."
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