[Sometime after midnight, Saturday August 1st]
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Verdi leads us b'hind th'bar (could swear I hear Faith yell some kinda encouragement, but ain't really payin' attention) and t'th'foot ovva setta stairs. Stairs, damn. Tez don't do so hot on stairs when 'e ain't wearin'is dummy foot; c'n do it, but'e's gotta take it slow. T'night 'e's drunk, annat jes' makes thin's worse. So I sling onnuvis arms 'round m'shoulders an' start helpin'im up. 'm drunk too, but we got three feet 'tween us, so's I figure we's still better off. Or we would be better off if'e could keep'is damn hands outta m'shirt.
Least we's only four steps up when we fall. Give th'whole bar one helluva laugh too.
After we pick 'rselves up offa th'floor Tez pretty much behaves 'imself, least 'til we get up th'stairs. Looks like two 'partments. Verdi letsus in onna th'doors inta a nice li'l sittin' room, blue 'n green 'n real pretty, an' I really don't see so much mor'a it 'cause Tez pretty much attacks me, all mouth'n hands 'n dammit dontcha rip my blouse, s'th'only nice one I got. Be tempted jes' t'let'im do me right on th'floor, but we's guests, an'I shov'im off. Verdi's jes' watchin'n laughin'.
"Y'gonna laugh, 'r ya gonna join us?" I says, grinnin' at'er.
[OPEN to Verdandi and Tez]
[Oh, boy, are we talking adult content]