4 Apocalypse Avenue: Sunday Evening

[pieandcoffee]

After a few... strange episodes with Charlotte, Dale managed to get her back home though something just seemed off about her.

"Honestly, I never heard you swear like that before," Dale said wondering how much Charlotte had drank this evening.

[For the one with the gremlin bite

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[perfectmissyork]

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Samantha really couldn't help shaking her head in confusion, because she was pretty sure she didn't know this guy from work and, even then, he wasn't necessarily exempt from Sam Jones' liberal mouth. "And, okay, it's been bothering me all night; where do I know you from?"

[pieandcoffee]

"From living here?" Dale replied. "I would think you'd remember that despite the amount you had to drink tonight."

[perfectmissyork]

"Here?" Samantha looked at the guy like he was crazy. "I've never seen this place before in my life. Real nice, though. Who's your decorator, Charlotte Y--"

And that's when it hit Samantha like the morning after a five hour drinking binge.

"McDougall!" she realized. "Charlotte York's ex husband. That's why I recognized your face."

Well, this was something different, which, for Samantha Jones, was saying a lot.

And if half the things Charlotte said about her exhusband were true...

"Oh, fuck. Maybe I should have suck with the desperate author."

[pieandcoffee]

"McDougal?"

Dale flinched in recognition of the name. "All right now Charlotte," he said. "Let's get your coat, we're heading to the clinic for a catscan."