#50 - [video]

[totallyinaband]

Hey. Guess it's one of those weekends again. Anyone from home - come find me, eh? It'll be nice to see everyone.

[ooc: Fourth waaaaaaaaaaaaaall! Come at him! Doubles, AUs, future, past, canon-mates, old friends, WHATEVER! He'll be at work at The Blue Light if people want to bump into him there.]

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[curvatures]

[ Cue slamming his hands on the counter like the Most Important Person Ever. Because he is. The most important, Stephen Stills. The most. ]

Dude!

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[totallyinaband]

You know I'm right here, Scott.

[Sssshh, he missed your loud...]

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[curvatures]

[ Of course you did. Everyone does. It's the best. ]

I know! You're still right here. Do you ever leave this place?

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[totallyinaband]

Not for a while, dude.

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[vanagandr]

[ HEY. HEY YOU.

There's a wolf in your kitchen. ]

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[totallyinaband]

Fuck!

[How the fuck did a wolf get in here?!?!?! Stephen grabs his nearest carving knife and backs into the counter.]

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[vanagandr]

[ Wow rude. Fenrir looks at him and snorts. ]

I'm not going to eat you, relax.

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[totallyinaband]

Uh... you can talk.

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[vanagandr]

I noticed.

[ Back to looking for food. ]

You have any steak in here?

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[totallyinaband]

This isn't really a 'steak' kinda place. We have... hambugers?

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[vanagandr]

Hamburgers will work.

[ Sitting now, staring at Stephen expectantly. ]

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[totallyinaband]

Right.

[Stephen walks over carefully to the fridge where he knows they're keeping a package of ground beef. It opens it carefully on a plate.]

So do you... normally talk?

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[vanagandr]

[ Fenrir looks far too amused by how careful Stephen is being, tail lightly thumping against the floor -- though that could be because of the food, too. ]

Yeah. Thanks for the food, by the way.

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[totallyinaband]

Yeah, well. I was a wolf once. I remember how you get about food.

[Very slowly walking forward to put the plate on the floor.]

[practicingforhell]

[Just hanging out at the bar, possibly staring at people who look cheerful. Because seriously, there is nothing to be cheerful about. Nothing.]

[totallyinaband]

Hey, man. You need a drink?

[practicingforhell]

You have no idea. Got any recommendations?

[totallyinaband]

You a beer drinker?

[practicingforhell]

More an anything drinker.

[He reaches in a coat pocket and throws a yellow and a few reds on the table.]

Whatever that'll get me, minus tip.

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen gets him a beer out of the fridge.]

So you've been here before, man?

[practicingforhell]

Thanks.

Yeah, few times. Lived here for a while, shot myself, lived here a while again, left, been coming back ever since. Going on four years.

[totallyinaband]

Uh. That's rough, man.

[practicingforhell]

It's life. Death. Whatever.

[And death, on days like this, has beer, which is nice.]

So what's your story?

[lisamiller]

[Hey Stills, look who's back! She strolls in and fixes you with a sweet smile.]

Hope there's something good to eat! You have to live up to last time, after all. I have high expectations.

[totallyinaband]

Lisa. Nice to see you again.