1333. TFLN

Dec 22, 2012 17:37

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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rated: nc17, fluff, rated: r, crack-humor, rated: pg13

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aubrey - folklore oc - ota ofthefolk December 28 2012, 15:11:04 UTC
just face planted the stairs. apparently santa brought an extra step while I was at the bar... fucking bastard!!!

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ofthefolk December 28 2012, 23:52:45 UTC
I might possibly have been celebrating. Though what, exactly, escapes me just now.

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itsnotacurse December 29 2012, 00:22:14 UTC
Well, let me know when you remember, will you? And by the way, I'm crashing with you tonight. [Which is to say he can get Aubrey up the stairs but he's not going to be good for much else after. Abigail couldn't fix the wound entirely.]

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ofthefolk December 29 2012, 00:26:11 UTC
Of course. Of course. Of course. [ He shook his head a little, more to dislodge any mental cobwebs than to agree or disagree. ]

Just steer me in the general direction of the couch when the time comes and all will be well.

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itsnotacurse December 29 2012, 00:29:51 UTC
I think I'm supposed to object and say I'll take the couch, but somehow I can't quite bring myself to do it.

Here we are.

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ofthefolk December 29 2012, 00:39:53 UTC
Bullet wounds trump hangovers.

[ He manages to kick off his shoes, peels off his jacket and all but collapses onto the sofa. He gestures vaguely in the direction of the bedroom, hoping David would be able to figure it out himself. ]

Let me know if you need anything.

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itsnotacurse December 29 2012, 01:31:08 UTC
No argument from me. [Although before he goes to bed he'll collapse on the chair to rest for a minute. He still has some of the painkillers the Doctor gave him, he remembers; and fishes one out and swallows it dry.]

Trust me, I will.

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