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[May. 28th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
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Who: Galen and Open
Where: Hot Topic
When: Sometime after his argument with Val
Galen stood, staring at the rack of clothing with a blank for of expression. Truth was, he was high, the sad part was...he didn't seem to help his mood much. But it numbed the pain that made it hard to move, and he supposed that was enough for now. Besides, he'd only had a bunch of prescription drugs. Val said they'd get more coke later, maybe other stuff too. Acid would at least be fun. But until such time as he had such drugs in his hand, he made do with large amount of Valium, and drifted.
He couldn't remember if Val came with him or not, as he turned to look about the store. His sunglasses did little hide the bruise on his cheek, and he hadn't felt up to putting on makeup to hide it.
So he stood there, looking like a beaten puppy, waiting for someone who knew him to tell him where he was supposed to be. |
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