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*LOCKS THE BAR DOWN TIGHT*
*GRABS THE NEAREST BOTTLE OF BOOZE AND SITS DOWN AT THE BAR TO DRINK IT*
*BASICALLY DRINKING HERSELF INTO OBLIVION AT THIS POINT* -
OOC - NO ROADHOUSE TONIGHT.
I'M AWAY AT MY MUMS THIS WEEKEND AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO GET ONLINE TO POST IT OR KEEP UP.
PLUS IT'S STILL A SMOULDERING WRECK. I SHOULD PROBABLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT.
I'LL PROBABLY BE ON TWITTER AND MAY BE ABLE TO RESPOND TO A FEW POSTS BUT I WON'T BE AROUND OTHERWISE.
HAVE A NICE WEEKEND MY LOVELIES! -
WELL, THAT WAS A BUST...
*DUMPS HER HUNTING BAG, GRABS HER BOOKS AND SINKS DOWN ONTO A STOOL, HEAD ON HER ARMS*
DAMNED CROSSROADS DEMONS...CAN'T EVER GIVE SOMEONE A STRAIGHT ANSWER...
*FLAILS HER GOOD HAND OVER THE BAR AND FINDS A BOTTLE OF SOMETHING TAKING A BELT BEFORE STARTING ON THE ROADHOUSE BOOKS* -
*BAMFS INTO HER ROOM WITH LUCI*
*GRINS AND HOOKS A FOOT AROUND YOUR ANKLE, TRIPPING YOU ONTO THE BED*
NOW...WHERE WERE WE? -
SO....
MAGGIE AND TESSA ARE IN THE HOSPITAL. AGAIN. ED'S THERE AND ADAMS LOOKIN' AFTER THEM SO WHILE THEY GET SEEN TO I FIGURED I'D TAKE LITTLE CHARLOTTE BACK TO THE ROADHOUSE AND GET HER SETTLED.
( BLESS HER. ) -
*WANDERS DOWNSTAIRS TO FIND AN EMPTY ROADHOUSE*
*PULLS OUT HER PHONE AND TEXTS*
CROWLEY...
IF YOU WANT ME, I'M AT THE ROADHOUSE...I'LL BE HERE ALL DAY.
PLEASE, HONEY...WE NEED TO TALK.
*HANGS UP AND SETS ABOUT TIDYING UP THE BAR, TRYING NOT TO THINK*
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