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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 7, 2005 18:56:46 GMT -5
Frank's head was killing him. He sat up with another groan and then realized something...
"Karina... please tell me you have pants on." Frank said, realizing he had none to speak of - as well as no boxers. The hangover from hell was only getting worse...
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 19:01:51 GMT -5
Karina's eyes widen in alarm when she realizes that Frank has no boxers on... and has hickey's on his body. The woodpecker just picked up tempo. With a groan, Karina takes a peak at her own body... and behold, she has hickey's too. d**n... why couldn't we have just fallen off the d**n horse! She yells. She instantly regrets it and buries her head into her lap.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 7, 2005 19:03:21 GMT -5
"Ugh! My head..." Frank groans. He goes under the covers again and there is a long silence...
"Well... one of us has to get up and get dressed sooner or later..."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 19:09:58 GMT -5
Another long silence. Finally, Karina feels slighty better. Well... we've obviously had mind-blowing sex. I don't see why we can't get up at the same time. Afterall, we've beyond accidently seen eachother naked. Man, she hoped he would get up with her. She would feel akward... like a one-night stand gone horribly wrong. It wasn't like she woke up next to a wolf. He was acctually attractive, even if he was hungover. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing...
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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 7, 2005 19:13:10 GMT -5
Frank groaned, realizing she was right. In reality he was just stalling, as he wanted to go back to sleep and escape the cobra that was eating it's way through his thought meats...
"Ok." he replied simply in a hungover voice. He sat up and tried to step out of the bed. He didn't notice that he was shorter than when he went to sleep - not too much so, but enough to make it so that he fell to the floor with a thud. (about 3'2") He groaned and made himself normal height, rummaging around on the floor for his clothing.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 19:21:06 GMT -5
Karina watches Frank from the corner of her eye. When his back is to her, she jumps out and runs for the bathroom. She grabs her only robe, a red one with a hammer and sickle print on it, and walks back into the room. She notices her skirt and shirt are ripped. Probably from the horse ride, but she still giggles. The one time I have good sex, and I am too hungover to remember... She falls into another fit of giggles and sits on the floor, smiling. Is your hangover as bad as mine? I could make us a remedy... or I can pull the heavy drapes down and we can go back to sleep.
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Rolf Wagner
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LIF Soldier
"We did not intend to fight enemy warships, but we took up the fight. We shall win or die." -L?tjens
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Post by Rolf Wagner on Feb 7, 2005 19:23:35 GMT -5
Wagner sits up and groans. Just sitting up took all the focus he could manage and he probably wouldn't have been able to if his arms were loose. Even tied up they felt like limp noodles. Freaking drugs...
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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 7, 2005 19:24:02 GMT -5
"I think I drank all the alcohol in Helsinki and Southern France..." he said with a groan. "I'd like a remedy please... and where the hell are my pants?!" he asked himslef, still looking around for them.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 19:25:58 GMT -5
Of course I worry about Bassarov a lot, which is at least partially responsible for the fact that I can't get under three packs a day. But now I am more worried about him than usual. The hallucinations seem to be frequent, and he is obviously jumpy. I continue to cook, making sure there's enough of the vegetarian stir-fry for both Andrew and Bassarov. It doesn't take long to finish, and I dish it up for them. "Valodya, I've been meaning to ask you, have you been feeling allriht lately? Any trouble at all?"
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 19:29:03 GMT -5
Don't forget about all the weed in Jamica and Cuba. Karina burst into giggles and rumages through the pile of quickly discarded clothes. She peers under the bed and pulls out a raggy pair of jeans. They look caked with mud. Gotta be his then. She stands up and holds the jeans out to Frank. Here. I would ask you if it was good for you, but suspect you can't remember either.
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Amy Smith
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Socialist Android
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Post by Amy Smith on Feb 7, 2005 19:29:04 GMT -5
I walk into the apartment where Wagner is imprisoned. "Hey, I was told to keep you company and to ask ya a couple of questions. I'm Amy, you are?"
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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 7, 2005 19:32:30 GMT -5
Frank looks around for his boxers but then just decides to go commando, or freeball it. He puts on his pants.
"I don't even remember coming into the apartment, but all I have to do is look at you and tell you that the answer is a whopping yes." Frank whispered with a smile, not wanting to be too loud as his hangover was killing him.
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Post by Surma on Feb 7, 2005 19:36:49 GMT -5
Surma chuckled.
"Relax Zex."
Surma offered a thingytaile and smiled.
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Post by TheWyrm on Feb 7, 2005 19:50:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, we should stop, I'm getting a little claustrophobic and these rolling hills are getting boring." I thought this was where the showdown took place for the revolution? Where's the destruction?"
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 19:51:57 GMT -5
Karina blushed and giggled. When she is finished, the woodpecker has slowed its tempo. She stands and heads out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen. She pulls out eggs, orange juice, a fifth of henny, a small bottle of rum and cloves. She moves to the blender and adds all this in. Then pulls out some powered asprin and adds a dash in. Not enough for him to know whats in it but it is a straight hangover remedy. Come on Frank. Gotta drink three quick shots while its cold. Otherwise, the outcome will be nasty. She pulls out six shot glasses and fills them. Don't pause. Down three down without choking.
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