Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (
nookiepowered) wrote2011-11-14 12:47 pm
23 Sphinx, Monday Morning
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, what did I drink?" was Bo's first question slash blanket-muffled moan. Though surprisingly that was mostly about how exhausted she was - no hangover to speak of. The taste in her mouth, though... "What did I eat?"
Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.
[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]
Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.
[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]

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"Think about it? Sure; all the time. Do it?" Bo closed her eyes for a moment against a too-vivid image of the house she grew up in, porch light on in the late-spring dusk. "I don't know what they think of me, I don't know what they think happened to my boyfriend, or if I'm wanted for that. And now that I know what's going on with me..." She shook her head. "It might not even be safe for them if I did."
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"Don't think I won't hold you to that. I'll need backup when I try to explain how they've got another kid they didn't even know about."
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