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fandomhighdorms2005-09-19 10:51 pm
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Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.
Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.
[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]
Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.
[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

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*notices mouth is running and he has gone from maudlin to boastful in .7 seconds*
Shoulda skipped the fourth. And the fifth.
I talk too much.
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Rory smiles, and scoots a little closer to the nice drunk guy. "So. You're a pilot?"
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We're parked over by the junkyard. You missed the yard sale.
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Sorry you missed the good stuff.
There was a little green jumpsuit that woulda been real cute on you.
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Chewie's only about 200, though, so he only thinks he knows everything.
Best thing that ever happemed to me.no subject
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Stars I hope he's asleep.
*stands, unsteadily*
Darlin' if you'd point me east, I think I can get home and get some sleep before class.
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*grin*
Nah, you're not dressed for walking. Night, sweetheart.
*heads off east, his normal rangy stride altered to something resembling a swagger across a rolling poopdeck*