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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:41 am
 Dustan finished cleaning a few glases for people to use. He'd been in this town for almost 3 years now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:44 am
Dylan was so drunk,
"Hit me Dustan"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:47 am
"Another shot or a bottle?" He asked, looking towards Dylan.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:48 am
"Give me two bottles"
Right after Dylan said that he fell to the ground.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:50 am
Dustan blinked and sighed inwardly. "I think that's enough for you." He whisperd, thinking the man was already uncoinsious. He placed two fingers over his veing beneath his neck to check his pulse. 'Thank god you're still breathing' He thought and carried him up to his bedroom. Dustan decided he would sleep the night out on the sofa.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:54 am
Dylan woke up in the middle of the night,
he got up, still drunk.
He tried to walk, but fell on the ground again,
"OUUCCHHH!!" he yelled.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:56 am
Dustan shot up from the sofa. "What the-.." He trailed off anf sighed. Walking over to where the noise was, he mentally kicked himself to stop sighing and found Dylan's face flat on the floor. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, helping the drunkard up slowly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:58 am
"Not really...hey, your kinda pretty..." its the beer thats talking.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:00 am
Again, he mentally kicked himself for letting this guy sleep on his bed. Not to insult the comfy sofa. Dustan carried him back on his bed. "It's still late out." He said.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:04 am
"You can sleep with me pretty man"
Every time Dylan gets drunk he starts to flirt with the wrong people.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:05 am
"I'll pass." Dustan dropped a pillow on Dylan's face and headed towards the door.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:11 am
"Don't get your pantis in a twist"
Dylan looks at the pillow,
"Whats wrong with him"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:15 am
Dustan sighed softly and looked out the window. Thinking the man would do something stu- er, strange again if he wasn't there to help him. So he leaned against the wall and sat down. tilting his head down to sleep.
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