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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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| Who: Aidan and Lochlan
Where: The Brewery
When: Noonish
Aidan woke up late, feeling like he needed a drink, but waited till noon to make good on it. He was rolling a new keg into the bar, fresh from the brewery itself, as he wondered what he was doing to do about Darcy. It was a subject of contemplation that couldn’t go without a beer, even if he knew that would cloud his thoughts rather than sharpen them. She was out of line telling him who he could or couldn’t see, but he didn’t think she’d drop it like he wanted her to. That was fine, he supposed, so long as she kept her mouth shut, but that was unlikely as well.
Lochlan was distracted at best. Dead on his feet at worst. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole 'werewolf' thing and the tension between he and Patrick. Nothing made sense and being back in the bar after the stint in the hospital had him in the midst of a cloud of unwanted deja vu. Until he walked straight into the keg and, rejected by physics, fell on his ass. Something inside him stopped and suddenly restarted with a bray of laughter. "Shit, Aidan. Top of the morning to you, too."
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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