First Floor Lobby, Friday Evening

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John totally Bogarted the couch and the TV, absently flipping channels. If people were looking for him, he'd be a lot more visible out here.

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim came downstairs and spotted John. "Hey man." he greeted.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yo, Timbo. What's new?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Goin' home. The Fae apparently still need me."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"When are you leaving? Visiting or perma-stay, dude?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Monday." Tim said. "And it's to stay. I'm still technically enrolled in Glenwood Highschool."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, that sucks. FOr us, not for you. Unless it sucks for you. Hell, at least stay in touch, drop a line now and then. I mean, how'm I supposed to know if I've got a fae?" he said with a grin.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"That is the plan." Tim said with an answering grin. "And also," he handed John a plastic water bottle filled with;

"Elven Wine. Potent, temporary cure for Emo."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Well, crap, if I knew that you were going away all permanent like, I would have made up some homebrew to put Everclear to shame." He patted down his pockets, and came up with a mints tin (http://www.donrearic.com/survivalkit.html), which he tossed at Tim. "Might not get much use outta that in New Yawk, but it couldn't hurt."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim took a peek in the tin and was impressed. "Wow, thanks man."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It might not be the most applicable, but you can swap things out. Or trade 'em. If ya lose it, lemme know. I've got a handful."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"It couldn't hurt." tim assured him, and pocketed the tin. "Take care of yourself y'hear?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You too. I've got my contact info in there, so if you're ever in town again, drop by. Hell, I might drop in to see you. Never seen a unicorn in Times Square."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded. "My #'s on the bottle there too." Tim said.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John waved at Tim, sad to see him go.

He did not ponder how potent the elven booze would be, nor did he start planning a lampshade-free zone to do scientific testing.