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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:48 pm
There were a lot of things Valeriu could bet on in life. Could expect, even. For the sun to rise, for Ciro to be a lazy jerk, for the building he was renovating to always need some sort of repair.
He wasn't expecting to find this at the bottom of those stairs.
He stared, foot just shy of hitting the final step, stopped forever in time by this sight.
Struggling to say something, anything, the bag he was carrying numbly hung in his grip, eyes wide and a horrified look creeping onto his face.
"V'hat are you two doing?"
Ciro. Quinn. Ciro and Quinn. Quinn and Ciro.
On the couch.
Doing, doing, doing that.
His brain was broken. Forever. And ever.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:01 pm
He didn’t have time to react-- Not with the smell of shampoo and sweat and booze in his face so suddenly. His eyes widened-- there was a girl there! Only then did his brain begin to process what had happened.
The realization that he was being kissed took about three seconds.
The realization was horribly interrupted by being pushed onto the couch.
What?
WHAT?
Okay-- He got that. They were kissing. He got that she was forward. He got that she was probably a slut, or an actual paid whore.
What he didn’t get was why the first thing he saw when his eyes opened again was his ‘pet’ cat.
Somehow he managed to get his mouth free, coughing for sweet oxygen in the process.
“Early-- .. You’re back. Early”
Even Ciro could tell he sounded like an idiot, floundering for some type of excuse that would explain the spilled beer from the fall and the fact that only a few weeks after losing his last girl, there was another one on top of him.
He had nothing.
“Uh… This--” Obviously he meant the little miss on top of him, “is Alex. “
As if it might help his cause, he continued, “She’s delivering s**t for her gramma or some s**t. She helped me--”
Keep digging your grave, man, nothing you say can help you in this situation.
“-- With my wounds…?”
For some reason, Vale seemed far more traumatized than he should at the situation.
Animals can, in times of great peril, sense impending doom. Ciro was pretty sure that was the tingling that nagged at the back of his neck.
There was no word to describe how ******** he was.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:08 pm
Quinn's opinion of the current situation could be summed up in three words: Oh s**t, run.
Or, more accurately,
"Oh, s**t! Run!" He leapt off of Ciro and then stood there perfectly still for a moment, noting both that Ciro was not following his command to run and that Vale looked like if he had a shopping bag he'd be dropping it on the floor.
Vale looked like he just caught his husband cheating on him with his best friend. Sort of.
"I'm just going to-" Words. Words. Words. Find them! Find them quickly! "I believe it's best for all parties involved if I-" More words! Find more of them! Now! "See you guys later!" He then ran to the door, opened it, and ran outside, heading out of downers as fast as he could.
That went well.
Shut up!
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:11 pm
Dumbly he stared at Ciro, then at the doorway, the fleeing Quinn, and back at Ciro.
He leaned against the wall.
Took a deep breath.
"You know that v'as a man, right?"
He hated life sometimes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:15 pm
Ciro stared silently at his friend, unable to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
He took a deep breath.
He exhaled.
If there was ever a moment for a real life “OTL”, or a moment to scream at the top of his lungs “******** my Life”, now was that ********>
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