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John sits alone in his room, door open to clear out the smell of dinner (quesadillas made on the Muhammed Ali griller) and flips through the channels.

He's trying to clear his head. It's only been a few days, and already the mun he's been overwhelmed.

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"Well, that's why you drink to learn your tolerance, and to know that you've gotta have a babysitter once it reaches a certain point."

sheet notices pillowcase, who's been dutifully ignoring sheet this whoooooole time.

John reaches for some pornpcorn.


dammit, stop me before i strike again!

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"You find yourself wearing a lampshade making out with somebody in the corner. Yeah, it's this thing called 'a party' and there's one this weekend, I think. You goin'?"

sheet offers flowers. pillowcase refuses.

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"Any alcohol? What, you turn into Drunken Slutty McSlutHo just from sniffing a beercap? Right." John gives her A Look, which is hard to do from his angle, so he moves. And gives her A Look.

"You just haven't been going to the right parties. Or not wearing ulpholstery."

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"Sounds like you did the Lampshade Dance after all. That couldn't have been good."

John laughs. "There's someone here I've nicknamed 'Paley McPalePale'. She's the gray lass with the ZOMG corset boobs. Kinda wierd."

"And hey," John said, reaching for popcorn, "I'm a classy guy like that."

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"I'll make you a nametag. 'Slutty McSlutHo'. It'll be perfect. And it's not like I've called her that to her face, I mean, she'd probably cut me."

He threw some popcorn at her, vaguely aiming at her mouth. or cleavage. "Now, I just need to find a place that'll make nametags around here. And some other things."

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John caught the cleavage piece and popped it in his mouth. He gathered most of the rest and ate it as well.

"I think you just broke the crackers rule."

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"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard of it. 'I wouldn't kick her outta bed for eating crackers.' Congrats. You just made a popcorn mess and you're still here." Smug smile.

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"I'm a classy kinda guy, y'know?"

He mock-flailed at the popcorn. "Hey! Keep that up and I'll kick you out. Or at the very least, not let you back in my bed."

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"You're right. I'm sorry you're an uncouth lass. If you promise to behave, you can get back up here. And maybe if you don't behave, you can get back up here anyways." Wink.

John sheltered the popcorn.

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John used his l33t krav maga skillz to deflect most of the popcorn. "Y'know, I let you in here, against my better judgement, since you could be a vampire, for all I know, I make ya some popcorn, I letcha in my bed, and you repay me by throwing it in my face?" The straight face died about halfway through and sat up, his legs hopelessly tangled in the sheet. Sheet cried out in woe from being pulled away from the pillowcase

"Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face during that? Yeah. You try it sometime."

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"Hey, just cuz this cat is fast as lightning." Way to go, John, you disco ass.

John made to move the popcorn bowl so he could lay down next to her.

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"Nothin." He reached over and totally got frisky and grabbed some more popcorn. "But now I have that song in my head."

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"Well. Sex. Duh. But we'll get to that later." No, John, you're not gonna blush "There's the clubs, like the Gun Club, or... um... crap. There's a list, somewheres, of what's available. Magic, I think, too. Or sparring. There's tons of shit to do, you just gotta find it. Gimme a call sometime, we could hang out. Oh, and stay away from the gremlins."