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I hate floods like this. I've just got this weird fucking feeling in my stomach that I'm going to hate it more once I get wherever the fuck it's telling me to go.

[John, Parker's looking for ya and being an angry bitch about it. Sorry.]

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Re: Spam.

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[John grumbled a few curses to himself as he gathered himself more fully.]

I was thinkin' the CES, 'less you got a better idea.

[His own room was something of a mess right now but he didn't want to take a lady there.]

Spam.

[yourunichase]

CES will be fucking fine.

[She wanted to mention the pub, but she didn't want to wait to find Denise to let her ass in. With her luck, she'd be connected to someone like Jarod and it would be a complete fucking pain in the ass that she didn't want. Quickly, Parker started to take three steps away from him, and then she remembered the invisible leash that was somehow connected to her brain.]

We fucking walk in tandem, alright?

Re: Spam.

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[John couldn't help but chuckle a little and nod.]

Sure thing, ma'am. I ain't goin' nowhere far.

[And he began to head back toward the stairs, on his way to the CES, expecting her to move alongside him.]

Spam.

[yourunichase]

[Parker tended to walk quickly, and she was working on matching her pace to his. Oh god this was humiliating. It made her want to punch something. There had been a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of her gray suit, and she quickly lit one, not giving a fuck if he didn't want her to smoke. When they couldn't go more than five feet from one another, it didn't matter.]

Re: Spam.

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[John looked over at her cigarette and the lighter. He'd never seen something like that before and when he pulled out his own shitty cigarettes and his matchbook, he looked decidedly puzzled.]

That one'a them new inventions?

Spam.

[yourunichase]

[Of course, how could she forget? Rolling her eyes quickly, Parker flicked open the silver zippo again.]

Yeah, one of those new inventions. Like shampoo. It's called a lighter.

[Parker's trying to be actually nice here, but kinda sorta failing at it.]

Re: Spam.

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[John glanced at it before back up at Parker with a grunt.]

I prefer matches.

Spam.

[yourunichase]

Wind can blow them out, and I always fucking lose them.

[The words were muttered quickly before they hit the door to the CES.]

And they suck in the rain or if you need an instant flashlight.