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| Ben Sirelo | Jun 25 2008, 01:34 PM |
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Cringing as the door slammed behind him, Ben made his way over to one of the bedraggled couches that hadn’t been burned, shredded or destroyed by one of he many accidents people tended to have when experimenting with different engines and explosives. His head was throbbing, a direct result of the night before, and he knew without a doubt if he went home Jemma would love nothing more then to torture him in any way she could. Ben was in no mood for her brand of fun. Dropping himself down on the couch, Ben groaned and covered his face with hi hands to block out any light and tried to remember what exactly he had got up too. And more importantly, who with? He had a vague memory of making out with a girl who was not his girlfriend and making a fool of himself I the middle of a dance floor somewhere, but beyond that he couldn’t really pinpoint any one event. Flinching as the door groaned under the strain of someone entering, Ben called out a warning. "I have a headache and am not above blaming others for it." There was no humor in his voice, but it still sounded like a weak threat. |
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| Keep it down · Throwback Hanger | |
6:15 PM Nov 25
