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toxic_cornAnd the DVD commentary for Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne continues with Chapter Two. Chapters also covered will be 6, 10, and the epilogue.
All explanations and disclaimers for this story can be found here
Previous Commentaries: Chapter One
CHAPTER TWO
I think Logan's turning into bad news. He got kicked off the track team
because he tested positive for marijuana. But he promised Mary Anne that
he'd quit and he even flushed down his stash right in front of her to show
her how serious he is. I don't know, though. Maybe when we go east for
Christmas, you can use some of your blunt Kristy skills to talk some sense
into her?
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Kristy Thomas
Toxic: Welcome to Chapter Two! And ah, here begins my uncertainty over
how the fuck to spell Dawn's last name. It's Schafer, I believe.
Nutmeg: It is, but no worries, I made the same mistake. It comes from
having a friend who's last name is Schaefers. Silly e's, showing up where
they don't belong!
"So you only got off with a warning?" Dawn popped a grape into her mouth.
"I wish that could happen to me. So he wasn't a normal cop?"
"No, he said he was IA," Mary Anne replied, reaching into the bowl for a
grape. Since moving in with Dawn, she'd been eating healthier, adopting the
fruits and veggies California diet. It had been rough at first but now she
was growing to like it and hardly ever thought about junk food, though she
did slip now and then and have something chocolatey. Not too much of
course, since she didn't want to gain back the weight she'd lost, not that
she'd ever had a weight problem.
Toxic: I don't quite get why the girls thought Dawn was so weird for
eating healthy. But Mary Anne has eventually grown up and realized that
eating fruits and vegetables regularly isn't a ZOMG FREAKISH OCCURANCE.
Nutmeg: Probably because the author had never been to CA and she had her
own outlandish ideas about what EVERYONE there must be like, and how it was
so different than CT. Do you know that all Californians eat tofu, care
about the environment, and wear 'California casual' clothes? Trufax.
"Ah, Internal Affairs," Dawn said, nodding knowingly. "They're the
department other cops are afraid of."
Mary Anne raised her eyebrows. "How do you know this?"
"I watch Law & Order: SVU sometimes." Dawn suddenly bounced, grinning. "Was
he cute?"
"The cop?" Mary Anne shrugged. "I don't know; I was just so scared. He
was really tall, though, that much I know."
"Tall is good," Dawn insisted. "You'd be able to find him in a crowd, even
at your height."
Mary Anne looked at her step-sister suspiciously. "Dawn, what are you
doing?"
Dawn gave her an innocent smile. "Being boy-crazy?"
T: "Trying to set you up with someone who isn't addicted to narcotics?"
She was about to question her more seriously, when her cell-phone rang. She
saw it was Logan and took a deep breath. He'd been getting strange lately
and she was having her doubts about him.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Mary Anne? Um, ahm in trouble."
Mary Anne sat up straight, shooting Dawn a panicked look. "Trouble? What
kind of trouble?"
"Trouble lahk, ah need yew ta bring bail money down to the station trouble."
T: Okay, the accent. See, Ann M. Martin is god awful at dialects.
Just putrid. She mainly doesn't type in them (unlike J.K. Rowling) but once
in awhile she'd give an example of what she felt like a Southern accent
sounded like. Because I'm a pill, I chose to have him speak this way all
the time.
"Oh my god. How much money?"
He told her and she nearly choked on her tongue. "What did you do, steal
the Hope Diamond?"
T: I use this method a lot. Like if someone's naming a price or giving
an address. I don't feel like researching to find out what's a plausible
dollar amount or where the person could possibly live in a general sense.
I guess it's lazy storytelling but it saves time.
"Ah didn't do anythang, they got the wrong guy! I promise ah'll pay ya
back, just get me outta here!"
"Okay, just… calm down. I'll do what I can."
"Thank you, you're the best." Logan sounded relieved.
Mary Anne hung up and sighed. "Dawn, how much extra money do you have?"
N: Poor Dawn, having to pitch in to get druggie hick
is-still-in-the-closet Logan out of jail.
~*~
After scraping together what little they had and one wire transfer from
Richard Spier later, Mary Anne paid off Logan's bail and sat in the police
station waiting for it all to be processed and for Logan to be let go.
T: I guess the girls didn't feel like dicking around with a bail
bondsman.
She rubbed at her eyes tiredly. This was the last straw. She didn't care
if Logan didn't do it; he was running with a dangerous crowd and more and
more situations like this were going to crop up unless she did something
right now to stop it.
"Did you break the law again today, Spier? After I let you off with
a warning?" A large man dropped down into the chair next to her and clucked
his tongue disapprovingly. "You're incorrigible."
It was her cop from earlier in the day. Only this time she wasn't running
on panic and had a chance to process his appearance. Tall, yes. Handsome,
yes. Beautiful sea blue eyes, yes. She realized she was gaping at him and
tried to make herself stop.
T: Go ahead and try.
N: You can't resist those Baldwin eyes. Civilizations have fallen under
their power. Don't ask me which ones...
Hadn't he said something? She thought about it. Yes! He had. But what?
Oh!
"Uh," she started. "No, I um… thank you for that, by the way. The
warning, I mean. I'm just here picking up someone."
The officer raised his eyebrows. "Oh, so you make a habit of cavorting with
criminals then?" He looked her up and down. "You don't seem the type."
T: Hey, here's where Nutmeg and I started doing the dialogue back and
forth in chat! Actually, I think we started farther ahead. What we tend
to do is write the super fun stuff first and then go back and realize that
we kinda need to write the stuff building up to the fun stuff. Pffft.
Exposition. It can kiss my well-rounded ass.
N: I concur. Let's just post the dialogue from now on. Editing and
plotting a whole chapter makes me weary. *yawns*
Mary Anne's eyes widened. "Not a habit! I'm not a… criminal groupie or
anything." Her face flushed hotly. "He's usually not like this and this is
the first time I've ever had to… I mean… it's not a usual thing, me showing
up with bail. First and last time. I hope." She stared at her hands
miserably.
"Do you want me to get you something to drink?" the cop asked, gently.
"There's a pop machine just down the hall; it's got everything."
Mary Anne looked up and smiled at him gratefully. "No, thank you, officer,
I'm fine."
The cop nudged her with his elbow. "Oh, right, I guess you probably don't
want to spend any more money after posting bail. I'll buy you
something." He got up and started to walk away. "Is Cherry Coke, okay?"
T: And here begins our discovery that Chad loves cherry flavoring. This
does NOT have any deeper meaning to all you perverts out there. You know
who you are.
N: I seriously think that, subconciously, I made him a cherry fan
because I hate cherry flavoring, and while it's nice to put a bit of
yourself into a character, Chad's a jerk so I didn't want him to be too much
like me. Plus I don't have a wang so we aren't meant to be that alike,
really.
"Yes, it's- You don't have to-"
He returned a minute later with two cans of Cherry Coke and handed her one,
resuming his seat.
"Thank you, officer…" she laughed, embarrassed. "I don't know your name."
"That's because I didn't give it yet." He winked at her.
Mary Anne blushed again and looked down at her lap.
"It's Chad. Sergeant Chad Shelten." He opened his pop and took a sip. "I
remember that your name's Mary Anne. You don't hear classic names like
that nowadays."
T: Oh god, much later we had to revise this because we had Chad down as
a Detective when he was really a Sergeant. It was a pain in the ass having
to go back and correct every reference.
N: One close up on his office door on Day Break and we were
screwed. Then we were screwed again during Dawn's fic, because I found a
high res image of Kevin that displayed his last name on his cop uniform so I
had to change it, and I didn't catch all the last name references the first
time so he had two different last names in the fic before I corrected it.
The things we do for fic. *headdesk*
"No, you don't," Mary Anne agreed. "My mother always thought it was pretty
so… I'm Mary Anne."
Chad chuckled. "Yes, I got that."
Ugh. Feeling like an idiot, Mary Anne started looking around, hoping they'd
lead Logan out soon.
"So, who're you bailing out?" Chad asked bluntly.
Mary Anne frowned at him. "My buh-"
T: Wow, I interrupt people a lot in my fics. That's kinda weird.
"Mary Anne!" Logan walked over, waving.
Chad jerked in surprise and had an indecipherable expression on his face.
If Mary Anne didn't know any better, she'd think it was startled
disappointment.
T: Oh, but it couldn't POSSIBLY be that, nope nope. He's probably just
constipated.
N: Mary Anne's such a kind soul, she'll buy him some Milk of
Magnesia.
"Mary Anne, ah'll pay ya back, ah swear!"
Mary Anne stood up and met him half way. She could hear Chad standing up
behind her. "Logan, what happened?"
"It was all a mistake!"
"It always is," Chad muttered.
Logan gave Chad an annoyed look before turning his earnest attention back to
Mary Anne. "Honestly, that coke wasn't mine, I was holding it for a-"
Her eyes bugged out of her head. "Cocaine?!"
T: No, Coca Cola. It was all a misundahstandin' ah swear!
"You look like the type who does pot," Chad observed. "Cocaine, huh?
Impressive."
Logan bristled. "Who asked you, pig?!"
"Logan!" Mary Anne's jaw dropped. She'd never seen him like this before,
even with his recent erratic behavior.
T: I've also just realized that I never actually gave examples of his
erratic behavior. Well, you know. Other than getting arrested for cocaine
possession and calling a police officer a pig.
N: Let's just say he tapdanced on bar tables and threw beer bottles at
mailboxes.
"I'm sorry, it's just… it's been a long night." Logan sagged and rubbed at
his eyes.
"I'll bet," Chad said. "Even longer if you're going through coke
withdrawl."
N: PWNED, Country Boy!
Mary Anne slid an arm around Logan's shoulders and frowned at Chad. Yes,
Logan wasn't behaving properly but… "That's a little uncalled for, Sergeant
Shelten."
Chad sputtered. "Uncalled for! He-!" He scowled, leaning closer when he
noticed cops nearby watching in interest. "What I don't get is what a
pretty girl like you is doing with a cokehead Huckleberry Hound!"
T: As awesome as Nutmeg is as Chad, it was me that came up with calling
Logan Huckleberry Hound. So here's my moment to shine! *shines*
Logan's eyes flashed. "Ah got thee-is ack-cent cuz ah'm from Loo-ville,
Kintucky!"
Chad raised his hands up. "Well, kiss mah grits!"
N: That was Toxic's line too. She does the best 'trying to start a
fight' dialogue. I'm more like, "Oh yeah? Well... you're a doo doo
head!"
"That's enough!" Mary Anne could feel a head ache forming and just wanted to
get out of here. "Sergeant Shelten, thank you for the soda but I need to
take Logan home now."
On the way out, she set her unopened soda on a desk and ignored Logan's
squawking over the officer's generosity.
T: "One minute it's accepting free soda, the next you're putting out!
There's just some lines you don't cross!"
~*~
Mary Anne pulled up in front of Logan's apartment. "Here we are."
"Thanks, Mary- HEY!" He patted at his pockets and growled. "Mah cellphone's
gone!"
"Maybe you left it at the station," Mary Anne suggested.
"Or maybe those pigs stole it," Logan said, pouting.
N: Or maybe you traded it for some COKE!
"Yes, Logan, I'm sure they'd want your cellphone," Mary Anne said, tiredly.
Logan unclicked his seatbelt and got out of the car. He paused, holding
the door open. "Aren'tcha comin' in?"
"I don't think-"
"Please?" He looked so pathetic that Mary Anne couldn't say no.
T: Yes, she's a push over. Also canon.
"Fine."
~*~
Mary Anne took her time in the bathroom, smoothing her hair and tugging at
the ends of Logan's old SMS baseball jersey that she wore whenever she
stayed the night at his place.
T: You know, Logan wasn't really all that big of a guy. So that
jersey's probably pretty damn skimpy.
This would be her last night here. She was about to do what she'd heard
about from Stacey and Claudia: Give the guy you're about to break up with a
"pity bone." It felt wrong and she really didn't want to do it. But she
couldn't very well break up with him now after the night he'd had. Best to
save it for the morning; it would give her time to think of what she was
going to say.
T: I got "pity bone" from an episode of Angel. Though I think they
called it the "sympathy bone."
N: I love how it's Claudia and Stacey who taught her about it, because
you know, they're the FASHIONABLE ones. So they know these things. I think
Ann M. Martin calling them the trendiest and most sophisticated dressers at
SMS meant they were destined to put out a lot later. Just a feeling I
get.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. " Logan? I'm-"
To her relief, Logan was sacked out across the bed, snoring.
With a soft sigh, she slid under the covers and turned out the light.
All explanations and disclaimers for this story can be found here
Previous Commentaries: Chapter One
I think Logan's turning into bad news. He got kicked off the track team
because he tested positive for marijuana. But he promised Mary Anne that
he'd quit and he even flushed down his stash right in front of her to show
her how serious he is. I don't know, though. Maybe when we go east for
Christmas, you can use some of your blunt Kristy skills to talk some sense
into her?
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Kristy Thomas
Toxic: Welcome to Chapter Two! And ah, here begins my uncertainty over
how the fuck to spell Dawn's last name. It's Schafer, I believe.
Nutmeg: It is, but no worries, I made the same mistake. It comes from
having a friend who's last name is Schaefers. Silly e's, showing up where
they don't belong!
"So you only got off with a warning?" Dawn popped a grape into her mouth.
"I wish that could happen to me. So he wasn't a normal cop?"
"No, he said he was IA," Mary Anne replied, reaching into the bowl for a
grape. Since moving in with Dawn, she'd been eating healthier, adopting the
fruits and veggies California diet. It had been rough at first but now she
was growing to like it and hardly ever thought about junk food, though she
did slip now and then and have something chocolatey. Not too much of
course, since she didn't want to gain back the weight she'd lost, not that
she'd ever had a weight problem.
Toxic: I don't quite get why the girls thought Dawn was so weird for
eating healthy. But Mary Anne has eventually grown up and realized that
eating fruits and vegetables regularly isn't a ZOMG FREAKISH OCCURANCE.
Nutmeg: Probably because the author had never been to CA and she had her
own outlandish ideas about what EVERYONE there must be like, and how it was
so different than CT. Do you know that all Californians eat tofu, care
about the environment, and wear 'California casual' clothes? Trufax.
"Ah, Internal Affairs," Dawn said, nodding knowingly. "They're the
department other cops are afraid of."
Mary Anne raised her eyebrows. "How do you know this?"
"I watch Law & Order: SVU sometimes." Dawn suddenly bounced, grinning. "Was
he cute?"
"The cop?" Mary Anne shrugged. "I don't know; I was just so scared. He
was really tall, though, that much I know."
"Tall is good," Dawn insisted. "You'd be able to find him in a crowd, even
at your height."
Mary Anne looked at her step-sister suspiciously. "Dawn, what are you
doing?"
Dawn gave her an innocent smile. "Being boy-crazy?"
T: "Trying to set you up with someone who isn't addicted to narcotics?"
She was about to question her more seriously, when her cell-phone rang. She
saw it was Logan and took a deep breath. He'd been getting strange lately
and she was having her doubts about him.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Mary Anne? Um, ahm in trouble."
Mary Anne sat up straight, shooting Dawn a panicked look. "Trouble? What
kind of trouble?"
"Trouble lahk, ah need yew ta bring bail money down to the station trouble."
T: Okay, the accent. See, Ann M. Martin is god awful at dialects.
Just putrid. She mainly doesn't type in them (unlike J.K. Rowling) but once
in awhile she'd give an example of what she felt like a Southern accent
sounded like. Because I'm a pill, I chose to have him speak this way all
the time.
"Oh my god. How much money?"
He told her and she nearly choked on her tongue. "What did you do, steal
the Hope Diamond?"
T: I use this method a lot. Like if someone's naming a price or giving
an address. I don't feel like researching to find out what's a plausible
dollar amount or where the person could possibly live in a general sense.
I guess it's lazy storytelling but it saves time.
"Ah didn't do anythang, they got the wrong guy! I promise ah'll pay ya
back, just get me outta here!"
"Okay, just… calm down. I'll do what I can."
"Thank you, you're the best." Logan sounded relieved.
Mary Anne hung up and sighed. "Dawn, how much extra money do you have?"
N: Poor Dawn, having to pitch in to get druggie hick
is-still-in-the-closet Logan out of jail.
After scraping together what little they had and one wire transfer from
Richard Spier later, Mary Anne paid off Logan's bail and sat in the police
station waiting for it all to be processed and for Logan to be let go.
T: I guess the girls didn't feel like dicking around with a bail
bondsman.
She rubbed at her eyes tiredly. This was the last straw. She didn't care
if Logan didn't do it; he was running with a dangerous crowd and more and
more situations like this were going to crop up unless she did something
right now to stop it.
"Did you break the law again today, Spier? After I let you off with
a warning?" A large man dropped down into the chair next to her and clucked
his tongue disapprovingly. "You're incorrigible."
It was her cop from earlier in the day. Only this time she wasn't running
on panic and had a chance to process his appearance. Tall, yes. Handsome,
yes. Beautiful sea blue eyes, yes. She realized she was gaping at him and
tried to make herself stop.
T: Go ahead and try.
N: You can't resist those Baldwin eyes. Civilizations have fallen under
their power. Don't ask me which ones...
Hadn't he said something? She thought about it. Yes! He had. But what?
Oh!
"Uh," she started. "No, I um… thank you for that, by the way. The
warning, I mean. I'm just here picking up someone."
The officer raised his eyebrows. "Oh, so you make a habit of cavorting with
criminals then?" He looked her up and down. "You don't seem the type."
T: Hey, here's where Nutmeg and I started doing the dialogue back and
forth in chat! Actually, I think we started farther ahead. What we tend
to do is write the super fun stuff first and then go back and realize that
we kinda need to write the stuff building up to the fun stuff. Pffft.
Exposition. It can kiss my well-rounded ass.
N: I concur. Let's just post the dialogue from now on. Editing and
plotting a whole chapter makes me weary. *yawns*
Mary Anne's eyes widened. "Not a habit! I'm not a… criminal groupie or
anything." Her face flushed hotly. "He's usually not like this and this is
the first time I've ever had to… I mean… it's not a usual thing, me showing
up with bail. First and last time. I hope." She stared at her hands
miserably.
"Do you want me to get you something to drink?" the cop asked, gently.
"There's a pop machine just down the hall; it's got everything."
Mary Anne looked up and smiled at him gratefully. "No, thank you, officer,
I'm fine."
The cop nudged her with his elbow. "Oh, right, I guess you probably don't
want to spend any more money after posting bail. I'll buy you
something." He got up and started to walk away. "Is Cherry Coke, okay?"
T: And here begins our discovery that Chad loves cherry flavoring. This
does NOT have any deeper meaning to all you perverts out there. You know
who you are.
N: I seriously think that, subconciously, I made him a cherry fan
because I hate cherry flavoring, and while it's nice to put a bit of
yourself into a character, Chad's a jerk so I didn't want him to be too much
like me. Plus I don't have a wang so we aren't meant to be that alike,
really.
"Yes, it's- You don't have to-"
He returned a minute later with two cans of Cherry Coke and handed her one,
resuming his seat.
"Thank you, officer…" she laughed, embarrassed. "I don't know your name."
"That's because I didn't give it yet." He winked at her.
Mary Anne blushed again and looked down at her lap.
"It's Chad. Sergeant Chad Shelten." He opened his pop and took a sip. "I
remember that your name's Mary Anne. You don't hear classic names like
that nowadays."
T: Oh god, much later we had to revise this because we had Chad down as
a Detective when he was really a Sergeant. It was a pain in the ass having
to go back and correct every reference.
N: One close up on his office door on Day Break and we were
screwed. Then we were screwed again during Dawn's fic, because I found a
high res image of Kevin that displayed his last name on his cop uniform so I
had to change it, and I didn't catch all the last name references the first
time so he had two different last names in the fic before I corrected it.
The things we do for fic. *headdesk*
"No, you don't," Mary Anne agreed. "My mother always thought it was pretty
so… I'm Mary Anne."
Chad chuckled. "Yes, I got that."
Ugh. Feeling like an idiot, Mary Anne started looking around, hoping they'd
lead Logan out soon.
"So, who're you bailing out?" Chad asked bluntly.
Mary Anne frowned at him. "My buh-"
T: Wow, I interrupt people a lot in my fics. That's kinda weird.
"Mary Anne!" Logan walked over, waving.
Chad jerked in surprise and had an indecipherable expression on his face.
If Mary Anne didn't know any better, she'd think it was startled
disappointment.
T: Oh, but it couldn't POSSIBLY be that, nope nope. He's probably just
constipated.
N: Mary Anne's such a kind soul, she'll buy him some Milk of
Magnesia.
"Mary Anne, ah'll pay ya back, ah swear!"
Mary Anne stood up and met him half way. She could hear Chad standing up
behind her. "Logan, what happened?"
"It was all a mistake!"
"It always is," Chad muttered.
Logan gave Chad an annoyed look before turning his earnest attention back to
Mary Anne. "Honestly, that coke wasn't mine, I was holding it for a-"
Her eyes bugged out of her head. "Cocaine?!"
T: No, Coca Cola. It was all a misundahstandin' ah swear!
"You look like the type who does pot," Chad observed. "Cocaine, huh?
Impressive."
Logan bristled. "Who asked you, pig?!"
"Logan!" Mary Anne's jaw dropped. She'd never seen him like this before,
even with his recent erratic behavior.
T: I've also just realized that I never actually gave examples of his
erratic behavior. Well, you know. Other than getting arrested for cocaine
possession and calling a police officer a pig.
N: Let's just say he tapdanced on bar tables and threw beer bottles at
mailboxes.
"I'm sorry, it's just… it's been a long night." Logan sagged and rubbed at
his eyes.
"I'll bet," Chad said. "Even longer if you're going through coke
withdrawl."
N: PWNED, Country Boy!
Mary Anne slid an arm around Logan's shoulders and frowned at Chad. Yes,
Logan wasn't behaving properly but… "That's a little uncalled for, Sergeant
Shelten."
Chad sputtered. "Uncalled for! He-!" He scowled, leaning closer when he
noticed cops nearby watching in interest. "What I don't get is what a
pretty girl like you is doing with a cokehead Huckleberry Hound!"
T: As awesome as Nutmeg is as Chad, it was me that came up with calling
Logan Huckleberry Hound. So here's my moment to shine! *shines*
Logan's eyes flashed. "Ah got thee-is ack-cent cuz ah'm from Loo-ville,
Kintucky!"
Chad raised his hands up. "Well, kiss mah grits!"
N: That was Toxic's line too. She does the best 'trying to start a
fight' dialogue. I'm more like, "Oh yeah? Well... you're a doo doo
head!"
"That's enough!" Mary Anne could feel a head ache forming and just wanted to
get out of here. "Sergeant Shelten, thank you for the soda but I need to
take Logan home now."
On the way out, she set her unopened soda on a desk and ignored Logan's
squawking over the officer's generosity.
T: "One minute it's accepting free soda, the next you're putting out!
There's just some lines you don't cross!"
Mary Anne pulled up in front of Logan's apartment. "Here we are."
"Thanks, Mary- HEY!" He patted at his pockets and growled. "Mah cellphone's
gone!"
"Maybe you left it at the station," Mary Anne suggested.
"Or maybe those pigs stole it," Logan said, pouting.
N: Or maybe you traded it for some COKE!
"Yes, Logan, I'm sure they'd want your cellphone," Mary Anne said, tiredly.
Logan unclicked his seatbelt and got out of the car. He paused, holding
the door open. "Aren'tcha comin' in?"
"I don't think-"
"Please?" He looked so pathetic that Mary Anne couldn't say no.
T: Yes, she's a push over. Also canon.
"Fine."
Mary Anne took her time in the bathroom, smoothing her hair and tugging at
the ends of Logan's old SMS baseball jersey that she wore whenever she
stayed the night at his place.
T: You know, Logan wasn't really all that big of a guy. So that
jersey's probably pretty damn skimpy.
This would be her last night here. She was about to do what she'd heard
about from Stacey and Claudia: Give the guy you're about to break up with a
"pity bone." It felt wrong and she really didn't want to do it. But she
couldn't very well break up with him now after the night he'd had. Best to
save it for the morning; it would give her time to think of what she was
going to say.
T: I got "pity bone" from an episode of Angel. Though I think they
called it the "sympathy bone."
N: I love how it's Claudia and Stacey who taught her about it, because
you know, they're the FASHIONABLE ones. So they know these things. I think
Ann M. Martin calling them the trendiest and most sophisticated dressers at
SMS meant they were destined to put out a lot later. Just a feeling I
get.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. " Logan? I'm-"
To her relief, Logan was sacked out across the bed, snoring.
With a soft sigh, she slid under the covers and turned out the light.
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Date: 2007-09-07 11:08 pm (UTC)Oh, I know! I know! The Lost City of DeMille!
And I'm a perve for mentioning Cherry Coke connections? Hell, I woulda thought you'd call me a perve for much less than that ;)
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Date: 2007-09-08 04:47 am (UTC)*gags* Sure, why not?
Ha, that was you? Well, I'm sure you were just saying what everyone else was thinking. ;)