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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Has anyone seen John Crichton and/or Cameron Mitchell?

*glares at every girl he passes*

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*drunk too but kisses back with equal vigor*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*pulls away*


Oh my god.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*flustered and blushing*

Uh. Oops?

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

No one will /ever/ know.

And like the suspect anyway...


*takes another shot*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Nope. Because what happens in the room, stays in the room.

*douses head under water in Lee's sink*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*leans against a chair and starts singing again*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*splashes*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*joins in* What shall we do with the drunken sailor...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*covers ears*

So. Bad.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Course, I'm drunk and I don't think that last drug is out of my system yet. *leans head on the table*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*gives Cam another drink*

*watches him down it and slump easily onto the couch, holding Winona protectively*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*sings louders* THROW HIM IN THE LONG BOAT TILL HE'S SOBER! THROW HIM IN THE LONG BOAT TILL HE'S SOBER! THROW HIM IN THE LONG BOAT TILL HE'S SOBER EAAAAAAARRRRLIYYY IN THE MORNING!!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Where the hell did you learn to sing, prison?

*puts rag in Lee's mouth to shut him up*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*muffled yells and kicks John in the face*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*sits on Lee's chest*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*suffocates*