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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]

Get me drunk. Now. Right now.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

You know what happened to you? You know that you're John, right?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I know. Yep. Just came from Aeryn's room. She confessed.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Aeryn played a part in this?!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yep. A big one from what it seems. Dressed up as Beka and came on to me. And then couldn't do it and confessed. We talked, we decided not to break up but I'm mad. Very mad. And don't want to see her right now.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

What the frak is up with these girl whores ...bitches...women? Who acts like that? Like anything you did would lead to that kind of prank...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Dunno, man. Aeryn admits her part, says it got out of control and is sorry.

It's just...bad right now.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry ... I was duped, you know. And I apologize for thinking you were Cam. I shoulda known better.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well, looks like Cam got pulled into it as well. It happens. You're a friend, Lee even though you threw your pubic towel on my head.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Well, you smacked me with it, whore. Yeah, it's a big mess with Cam....

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Cam okay? Haven't seen since earlier.

I baked you pancakes, ass!

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Let's get drunk.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*agrees*

You pour 'em, I'll drink 'em.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*pours two shots of ambrosia for both of them*

Bottoms up.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*drinks*

*coughs*

Not used to that, dude. Good stuff.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Man, goes right to the head.

*pours another hit*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*steals drink and downs it in one go before sitting down, putting Winona on the table in front of him*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*pokes for stealing drink*

Nice gun. Did you get it while you were me?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I owe you 7 bucks. *sighs and gets out Crichton's wallet, pushing it over the table towards him* Sorry, man.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

I love you guys.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I love you guys too.

Want me to bake pancakes?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*snorts and pushes the glass back towards Lee* Give me another one and I'll love you more.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*takes wallet*

Thanks. You didn't look in the back pocket, did you?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yes, comfort food sounds nice.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

No, but... *frowns* I knew what was in there, I don't now.