Potbelly Pig: Marty's Alcove

[oatmanspatient]

If anyone were to look in the alcove you would probably see a very hungover Marty with a pillow over his head trying in vain to drown out any ambient noise that would make his head explode.

This would probably be effective if his own moans weren't audible.

[ooc: Locked to the Fake GF]

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[chasingangela]

Angela tried throwing pebbles at his alcove window.

She had a key, but she felt a tiny bit weird about using it. Not least because she knew Zero slept with her mallet.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty opened the window very carefully wondering why someone was trying to shoot him.

He gave Angela a small pained smile. "Hi. Come around to the front door I'll let you in."

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela said, dropping the last few pebbles in her hand and walking around to the door. She noticed Marty looked a little worse for wear.

"Should I leave?" she asked. "I just wanted to say hi before I went to work."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty shook his head and got a bottle of water out of the cooler and started looking for some aspirin. "No it's okay," he said in a hoarse voice. "I just had a little too much to drink last night."