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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 4:14 am
Axel snorted at the accusation of awful advice, taking another chocolatey bite of his pot pie. It really wasn't bad with some frosting mixed in. It was starting to grow on him. Then. Horror. His eyes widened at the mention of all of the things. Axel had never imagined that Preacher might tell anyone all of the things. Some of those things were, well. Private. "What -- no -- why?" Axel scooted his chair back instinctively, backing away from Henrik. The much-abused chair legs had finally had enough. They gave out in anticlimactic silence and Axel toppled over backwards. CRASH.tinkle.
His iced tea fell to the floor next to him and smashed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:09 am
In horror, Henrik rose gracefully to his feet the instant that Axel's chair gave out. He did a beautiful, smooth pirouette out of his own chair, and --
Nah, that's totally what didn't happen. Maybe in Henrik's booze-soaked mind that's what happened. What really happened was... well.
In horror, Henrik shot to his feet. His abdomen hit the edge of the table, which caused the little thing to topple over, very nearly missing Axel. What didn't miss Axel, though, was one (1) half-eaten chicken pot pie (still warm) and one (1) nearly decimated chocolate cake (dotted here and there with bits of chicken).
His leg tangled in something - the legs of the table, the tablecloth? - and sent him face-first into the floor. Thankfully Axel was there to break his fall. Axel and a mashed up chicken pot pie chocolate cake mush.
Henrik let out a low groan.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:11 am
"Oof!"
The combined weight of Henrik, a pot pie, and two thirds of a chocolate cake knocked the breath of out him. The remains of the chair were digging into him in all sorts of uncomfortable places, making his predicament even worse. Axel made a pathetic wheezing noise, struggling to suck in some air. This task was made difficult by the groaning man pinning him down. Finally Axel succeeded, gasping in air and a good deal of gravyfied cake. He coughed and retched immediately, wriggling out from under Henrik and away from the inappropriately frisky remains of the chair. Axel sat up, scraping cake from himself and feeling quite disoriented. He didn't remember drinking anything, but this didn't seem like the kind of thing that happened to you if you were sober. Maybe it was a nightmare.
The waitress, summoned by the commotion, stood over them staring with her hands clasped together in front of her mouth.
"Ow," said Axel.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:31 am
It took Henrik considerably longer to move, and when he did, he finally just kind of rolled across the floor. A smear of chocolate-chicken pot pie-cake was left in his wake, and when he finally bumped into the door of the shop, he let out another low groan.
"I think you two should leave," the waitress choked out, eyeing the mess.
"I think that you should leave," Henrik grumbled against the door, which soon turned filthy as he used it to sloppily rise to his feet.
A sudden surge of nausea hit him, but he choked it down.
"I need a bed, Axel."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:36 am
Axel watched Henrik roll across the floor, creating a snail trail of savory chocolate chicken cake. It looked quite disgusting. As the waitress ordered them out, he became aware that his nether regions were unusually chilly. Oh, right. He was sitting in iced tea.
Axel got to his feet slowly. He nearly slipped in the tea and gravy, but managed to catch himself by grabbing onto Henrik's chair, which promptly buckled.
"Uh," Axel said eloquently.
Time to go.
Walking to the door, dodging the smears and clumps of cake and gravy, Axel looped his arm around Henrik and steered the big man out of the shop and onto the sidewalk. Back to camp. That's where they needed to go. And fast.
"We're going back," Axel said, piloting Henrik along. "And you'd better hope Alec knows how to make cake, 'cause we're not going in that shop again."
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