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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:17 am
*Luke backs up, eyes widening. Holy s**t. Aimee's roommate, known to his frat brothers as Chesty McBosom, was all but falling over, hanging onto Aimee. She had the most enormous tits Luke had ever seen, and that was saying quite a lot. She'd probably come from her sorority, especially on a Saturday night. And Stephanie was ******** -trashed-.*
*Luke returns Aimee's look. This girl was gonna get messy and he had the feeling it was not gonna be pretty. Luke just hoped it wasn't in the next ten seconds.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:23 am
*Stephanie is also easily four inches taller than Aimee. She's hanging all over her, throwing her arms around.* I'm good! I am GREAT! I... *Stephanie starts to tumble again then she sees.*
LUKE! LUKE! Hee-eeey!
*She stumbles from Aimee into him.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:24 am
*Luke catches her, and wonders how Aimee even held her up. The girl is nearly dead weight.* Hey, Steph. ... How you feeling?
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:28 am
*Stephanie says in a slurred, almost indecipherable voice.* I'm good. I was .... I was drunk. But .... I'm better now.
*Aimee looks to Luke, now sincerely worried.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:29 am
*Luke is now basically supporting her, holding her up in his arms.* Ooooh, man. C'mon, girl. *pushes her upward a little* Stand up.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:13 am
*Stephanie uses a lot of effort to look up and it throws back her head. She looks at Luke.* "I... I don't feel so good."
*That's Aimee's cue.* "Ooookay, honey." *Aimee puts a arm around Stephanie and tosses Stephanie's arm around her shoulder.* "We are going OUT of the bar. C'mon. Follow me."
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:21 am
*Luke carries most of Stephanie's weight, as the girl starts to droop. She can barely hold up her head, let alone the rest of her body. He helps Aimee carry Stephanie outside of the bar.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:24 am
*Once outside, they walk through the parking lot behind the bar, where Stephanie spews up all the alcohol she's been drinking for the past five hours.*
*Aimee holds Stephanie's hair back, rubs her back, and shares words of comfort. Luke has been standing off to the side, giving the girls their space. After a good five minutes, he walks over. Aimee says to him.* I have to get her back.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:25 am
*Luke frowns to Stephanie, partly in empathy. God... has he ever been here. Luke nods to what Aimee says.* Yeah. Yeah, I'll come with you.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:25 am
*Aimee is quick to protest.* No, Luke. It's okay. I've got it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:27 am
*Luke makes a face, shaking his head. He won't hear it.* Yeah, right. What're you gonna do? Call a cab?
I'll go with you. *He pats Stephanie on the back.* I'll be right back. I'm gonna *get Cora* check up on Cora and let the guys know what I'm doing. Chuck isn't looking too much better himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:27 am
*Aimee nods.* Okay. You do that. I'll be here.
*She goes back to attending to Stephanie.* It's okay, baby. *She strokes her hair.* It's ooookay.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:32 am
*Luke hurries, jogging a little, back to the bar. He shows them his fake Id quickly and walks in. He scans the bar, to find Cora and Max still sitting and laughing. He heads towards them.*
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*Max has been telling stories about himself, Luke, and Chuck and geniunely enjoying himself with Cora.* "---So now we're both carrying him. And all the mother ******** can talk about is the girls. 'Did you see Cindy Wilson? ********, she was so hot.' He is hanging the ******** -upside down-. Chuck almost brained him on the concrete, trying to carry him. I don't even know how we got him the ******** up the stairs!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:40 am
:::Cora and Max were sitting comfortably close to one another for the past 20 minutes, repairing the damange done earlier that night when Cora let the beat drop. She's smiling and making big eyes at him:::
Hahaha... that makes sense though. I think all of you boys have had one too many bumps to the head.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:47 am
*Max only agreed.* "******** yeah. Especially these two clowns." *meaning Luke and Chuck* "I've been showing them the ropes ever since they rolled in."
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