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Who: Romana, Lacey and Owen.
What: Taking care of two drunkards
When: Friday morning/afternoon/night.... hell until they're not drunk anymore.
Where: Owen's flat
Rating: Lets say PG13 for emoness, cursing, drunken crying and talk of death.
She got the text message, sighing when she read it. Poor Lacey, looked like she was having a lousy time. For once she was actually in her apartment, having decided to actually look into for once. It was a nice place, small, but nice. She sent a quick text out to Rick, asking him for a rain check on their trip. She then checked the address again, pausing for a moment. Wait, that was right next door. She shook her head, so they had been the loud couple next door, typical Lacey. She walked next door, knocking on the door before walking into the flat. It was dark, or as dark as it could be with no blinds on the windows and it being past 9am. "Lacey?" She called out, slightly tripping over one of there shoes that had been kicked off near the door. "Lace?" She called out again, seeing the drops of blood leading the way into living room. She walked in to find the two friends on the floor near the sofa, booze bottles around them. Owen had one hand pressed firmly against his bloody side, his head lulled back against the couch. "Look at you two drunk skunks." Romana said, placing her hands on her hips. "And you, you need to get that looked at or it'll get infected." She said, meaning his bullet wound.
What: Taking care of two drunkards
When: Friday morning/afternoon/night.... hell until they're not drunk anymore.
Where: Owen's flat
Rating: Lets say PG13 for emoness, cursing, drunken crying and talk of death.
She got the text message, sighing when she read it. Poor Lacey, looked like she was having a lousy time. For once she was actually in her apartment, having decided to actually look into for once. It was a nice place, small, but nice. She sent a quick text out to Rick, asking him for a rain check on their trip. She then checked the address again, pausing for a moment. Wait, that was right next door. She shook her head, so they had been the loud couple next door, typical Lacey. She walked next door, knocking on the door before walking into the flat. It was dark, or as dark as it could be with no blinds on the windows and it being past 9am. "Lacey?" She called out, slightly tripping over one of there shoes that had been kicked off near the door. "Lace?" She called out again, seeing the drops of blood leading the way into living room. She walked in to find the two friends on the floor near the sofa, booze bottles around them. Owen had one hand pressed firmly against his bloody side, his head lulled back against the couch. "Look at you two drunk skunks." Romana said, placing her hands on her hips. "And you, you need to get that looked at or it'll get infected." She said, meaning his bullet wound.
