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Who: Brynn OTA
What: Coffee to stave off the hangover. It's working so far.
When: Morning, ten am.
Where: Local coffee joint where Stitch works
Warnings: Possible mild language.
The sun was glaringly painful after she rolled out of Joe's bed. That's what she'd taken to calling them, at least in her mind. Joe. It was a good name, very nondescript. 'Who'd you hang out with last night?' Joe. Yeah, that just about covered it. It's not like any fuck buddy was really of worth to her outside of the one person she couldn't locate, so what did it matter?
Last night's Joe had been a drunken bomb decision. She wasn't regretting the decision. It had been a fun night. She was regretting the drunken part.
"I'd like something strong...and a bottle of water." She slapped a ten down on the counter and prayed to god that it would work out. "And please tell me someone here has some advil."
What: Coffee to stave off the hangover. It's working so far.
When: Morning, ten am.
Where: Local coffee joint where Stitch works
Warnings: Possible mild language.
The sun was glaringly painful after she rolled out of Joe's bed. That's what she'd taken to calling them, at least in her mind. Joe. It was a good name, very nondescript. 'Who'd you hang out with last night?' Joe. Yeah, that just about covered it. It's not like any fuck buddy was really of worth to her outside of the one person she couldn't locate, so what did it matter?
Last night's Joe had been a drunken bomb decision. She wasn't regretting the decision. It had been a fun night. She was regretting the drunken part.
"I'd like something strong...and a bottle of water." She slapped a ten down on the counter and prayed to god that it would work out. "And please tell me someone here has some advil."