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fandomtownies2013-09-21 06:33 pm
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Caritas, Saturday
Today the zombie drummer decided to stick his grimy, dead hand into April's bag of barbecue chips, apparently figuring that once he did that, April would no longer want said bag of chips, and however upset she might be would be inconsequential since she'd probably still hand it over.
He was wrong.
"Yeah," April said, crunching another chip in her mouth while the drummer looked on mournfully, his arm lying on the floor between them, fingers wriggling. It wasn't that big a deal; it fell off all the time. "Fuck you, dude."
He was wrong.
"Yeah," April said, crunching another chip in her mouth while the drummer looked on mournfully, his arm lying on the floor between them, fingers wriggling. It wasn't that big a deal; it fell off all the time. "Fuck you, dude."
Stage.
Bar.
Lounge.
Back Room.
OOC.