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↑.:. Abigail .:.↑

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Abby couldn't help but tense up when he took her into the car. She knew that TOP wouldn't be friends with bad people, and they all looked friendly enough, but she had just gotten used to him, and now she was thrust into a crowd. But then, Abby had only ever really felt comfortable with herself.

But she knew the real reason why she was tense. What was going to happen if one of them talked to her, and they found out that Top had brought a mute into the car? She really couldn't blame them for being uncomfortable, because everyone always had the same reaction. Besides, what would they say to TOP? She hoped that everyone just forgot about her, and she didn't have to whip out her pad and paper and ruin everything.

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↑.:. Abigail .:.↑

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Abby had figured as much, but she still felt better and was able to breathe easier when they got out of the car. His friends had been polite, and at least no one had talked to her.

Of course, being in his arms had helped greatly. And that was an oxy moron for her. She hated contact, yet she felt protected in his embrace, and she couldn't understand that. They'd only known each other a short while.

Her apetite was still there, and her stomach growled loudly when they got into the place. She smiled, and looked at him.

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his hand on the small of her back felt nice, and Abby wasn't even tensing as she walked with him. She smiled and sat down at the table across from him. She took her pad and pen out and set them next to her, knowing that Tae was going to talk to her. She shrugged and smiled at what he said.

"I burn it all off, so I eat what I want."

She picked the menu up, already knowing what she wanted. Just a regular burger and fries.

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Abby was through being ashamed of something she couldn't control. And she didn't care what anyone thought of her anymore. She picked her pad up and wrote her order down exactly and showed it to the waitress. She was embarrassed, but that was about as far as it went. It was far from her fault hat she was this way.

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Nich woke up and it was dark. He pulled himself out of bed still fully dressed and wearing the clothes he had been... he checked his cell phone... two days ago.

There was a bit of vomit on his floor but most was in his garbage. He held his hands to his temples trying to force the unimaginable pain out of his head. This wasnt a regular hangover this was the alchohol poisoned hangover he only felt after really big benders. He pulled his bedside table open to find all his licquor was gone. He had most likely given some away, but he had three 26ers in there, and that was nothing to sneeze at. Especially when it took an entire day to sleep off and he still felt like this.

He stood and began to lace up his boots. He checked his postman style bag and found a handful of his photography stuff there and thankfully undamaged. This school had payed for alot of cool gear for him, and he'd hate to thank them by asking for replacements.

He rummaged in his closet a bit to find a pair of old hockey skates. He tossed those over his shoulder and set off for the best hangover remedy he knew.

He made his way to the ice rink loving the facilities they had, and glad the hockey didnt start for another month but they left the icepad in all summer. This pplacde was rolling in cash, and he luckily paid for none of it. Scholarships were funny like that.

He sat on the bench and tossed his bag by his side. he would develop the pictured later and find out where he'd been that evening. Thats what was great about being a photographer, no peicing together fractured memories. He had proof that he actually had in fact stolen a jacket off the doorman at the hilton.

He stripped down to his boxers and laced up his skates. Stepping out onto the ice he was quite a site. The place was deserted though so no one would care. His body was scattered with tatoos, and he had a sprinkling of body hair across his legs and arms. He was skinny, and pale so probably would have looked a bit like a zombie if there had been anyone to see.

He reached back over the boards and grabbed his mp3 player. He put on the grateful dead and began to skate idly around the ice. His head still felt like it had been filled with cement and nitroglycerin, but it was getting better.

Nich penn didnt beleive in aspirin.

{Yikes! This RP is hard to jump into. Yea, I already have, but the people RPing haven't exactly posted yet. This is ze most difficult RP I've been in...}

{There's an Idea, or you could come bother me!}

((lo, can't you just imagine that conversation?? xd ))