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[ROSIE WILSON!]

LOVE YOUR EGO YOU WON'T FEEL A THING

It had been a long night. Playing on stage until her arms couldn't take anymore drumming, followed with an after party and the eventual club hopping through the city was enough to wipe even Rosie out. Her arms were still sore, but the pain was now joined by the ache in the balls of her feet, a pounding headache and general exhaustion. At some point during the night, Rosie had lost track of her band-mates, which didn't worry her. They were off having fun, and so was she, and Rosie didn't see the problem in that. Until now. Left with no way to get back to the tour grounds, Rosie had to walk. It may not have been such a problem, if her sense of direction wasn't so terrible.

The sky was still dark, but the moon was hidden behind a couple of the taller buildings, which Rosie supposed meant that it was the early hours of the morning. She fought to stay warm by wrapping her jacket around herself, but it did little to help. Attempting to check her phone whilst walking, in case somebody, anybody, had called to see where she was, Rosie stumbled, causing her to giggle. So, she had been drinking. Not excessively, but enough for Rosie to become slightly more giggly than usual. Thankfully, her head wasn't spinning, but even walking felt a bit odd. More than anything, she wanted to sleep, but she couldn't do that until she was safe in her bunk. But with her motoring skills slightly impaired, there was no telling how long that would take.

Recovering from her brief stumble, Rosie straightened up, still laughing to herself. She was just thankful she'd neglected to wear heels that night. They were a killer. Pulling her jacket tight once again, Rosie was unaware of the people in the alleyway she had just walked past. And how they had started to follow her. Still in her blissful, tipsy trance, Rosie was completely unprepared for when they grabbed her from behind. She could only let out a gasp before they covered her mouth.

'Nice bag, Red.' a rough voice said into her ear, obviously talking about the handbag Rosie had slung over her shoulder. Attempting to struggle, it didn't take long for Rosie to realize she was no match for the man who held her. She didn't care much about the bag; it didn't have anything in it except for her ID and a few coins. But being grabbed like she had, Rosie was in panic mode. Her fingers clung to the bag, holding onto it tight when the man tried to prise it from her grasp.

'What's in it, then?' Another voice asked, just as gruff as the first. Upon realizing there was two of them, Rosie fought against his grip some more. Doing so made the man move his hand, and Rosie bit it, releasing herself from his grip. She tried to run, but only slammed into the man's accomplice. And he looked angry. He shoved her back towards his friend, but Rosie stumbled. Mentally, she cursed herself. She should have just caught a taxi, instead of choosing to walk home. But if there was one thing she was sure of, these guys were not getting her bag. 'Fuck off.'

[/color] she swore as she stood up. It wasn't very intimidating, especially given her height, but Rosie was defiant all the same. She'd put up a fight, even if losing was the certain outcome.[/blockquote]
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WORDS 584 TAGGED GAMBIT AKA REMY LEBEAU NOTES UGH, THIS SUCKS. BUT YOU GET THE IDEA. XD

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #a75c5c 8px solid;] ► slade had no idea where he was. at least, he didn't know the exact address, at least. he'd been out with zach at the beginning of the night, easily conning his band mate into going to the strip club with him. they weren't playing anything until the next night, and gambit usually did most of his singing hungover or still in the midst of a drunken glow, so he had no intentions on taking the night easy. unfortunately, that mindset had incarcerated his attention span enough to let a stripper walk out the front door at the end of her shift with his favourite fedora. another had tried to take his sunglasses after cutely pushing them into her hairline and then squeezing her tits in gambit's face, but he noticed those rather quickly; it was a little too bright for his taste inside without them on. after a few hours of almost emptying his wallet out on girls that he'd never get the pleasure of actually experiencing, he was invited to a house party that one of the strippers was going to. with nothing to lose, and having lost zach around the time his hat had disappeared, gambit said 'why the hell not' and caught a ride. the amount of alcohol he consumed wasn't that much over the amount he'd inhaled at the strip club, but it was enough to make him take a two or three-step every now and again, which was all he needed to keep that goofy looking smile on his face. unfortunately, when the house party was spoiled by angry neighbours and their noise and public urination complaints, gambit was made to walk back to the venue. out of some kind of drunken want, he managed to get a crazy blonde-haired vixen attached to his hip after announcing that he really had no flippin' idea where he was going. as soon as she heard that he was headed back to where all the other famous musicians were, she was the first to jump up and push him off the property. the bonus to getting a way home was that she wasn't that bad looking, either, and from the way her hands had already started to roam up underneath the hem of his shirt, he knew he'd be in for at least an hour of sloppy drunken sex before either he or she passed out. running into rosie along the way hadn't been at all in slade's head, especially when the blond pushed him down an alley. at first he thought he might get mugged and anally probed, but she seemed more interested in shoving him against a wall and trying her luck with a make out session that, if gambit had his way, would end with her lips working in other wonderful ways. at least, that'd been the entire idea starting to form behind his eyelids as his tongue battled against the nameless woman's when he caught what sounded like a familiar voice. it wasn't anywhere friendly, and at this time of night, not hearing a friendly voice usually meant trouble. it was hard for slade to push off the wall with the vixen moving so eagerly down his neck with her lips, hands already trying to pry his pants apart, but he couldn't get the sounds out of his head. and the feeling in his gut told him that what he had heard hadn't been his imagination, and someone might need his help. what made it worse was that he was pretty sure he'd recognized the crude command. "fuck, chill for a sec," he grumbled underneath his breath after she put up a fight when he attempted to slide out from between her and the wall. "i hear something." she whined like a woman would be expected when their moment to prove their skills was put on hold, but he ignored it as he continued down the alley. she followed like he knew she would, arranging himself casually as he did so that his pants button wasn't nearly popped. when he rounded the opposite entrance to the alley and his eyes took in the sight before him, he instantly saw a flash of red, and it wasn't just rosie's hair colour. she was trapped between two guys who didn't look very noble with their intentions, and that's all gambit needed to see to go off. he didn't have time to grab the brass knuckles from his back pocket before his right fist was clenched and cocked. the first mugger didn't have time to react as he drove his fist into the side of his jaw, taking him completely off his feet. a breath of anger escaped gambit's hazy mind, and he turned his attention to the second, narrowing his eyes dangerously as they caught the other man's gaze. "what's wrong, bud? you look kinda fuckin' scared. well guess what?" he asked, the look on his face a little more sadistic than it had been before. "you fuckin' should be." gambit took a step towards him, heavily emphasising that he wasn't kidding around. it was all it took for the second to bail without hesitation, not even a look over his shoulder for his friend's well-being. inhaling deeply, gambit took several long breaths to try and calm himself down. the adrenaline spiking in his system was starting to cool, and the throb in his right fist started to become apparent. slowly, he turned back towards the male still trying to re-cooperate on the cement ground. without a thought, he drove his converse right into his stomach for good measure, barely deciding against taking it another step up and delivering a nice, juicy loogie. he'd save that for whenever he wasn't present around a cute little red head that he didn't know. after glancing around in search for the blond that had started to walk him home, finding her no where to be found (considering his violent actions had scared the shit out of her), his eyes came to rest on rosie. "you okay, brat?" he asked, slowly walking towards her to inspect her with his own eyes to make sure for himself. even though he had no idea what had been going on moments before, he'd never forgive himself if she'd gotten hurt while he was right around the corner. [/style]

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[ROSIE WILSON!]

LOVE YOUR EGO YOU WON'T FEEL A THING

Rosie was screwed. Some part of her knew it as soon as she had been grabbed behind, but as soon as she cursed at the burly men in front of her, that was when her entire being accepted the fact she would not be escaping from the situation before being beaten to a pulp and her bag stolen. She stared up at the complete strangers, her eyes full of hatred for everything these guys stood for. Sure, they might desperately need money for one reason or another, but was accosting a lone woman in the middle of the night really the way to go about it? Of course not! Rosie could think of dozens of ways for them to make money, without resorting to mugging, and possibly beating someone into submission. Honestly, that had to be the lowest of lows.

She rose to her feet, still shaky, when the guy made another grab for her bag. "Why don't you co-operate, hmm?" he asked when Rosie retained her tight grip on it. When she just glared in response, he laughed. Obviously, he knew that this was not going to end well for Rosie either, no matter what she tried. No doubt the two of the men, no matter how large they were, would be able to outrun Rosie. "Such a cute thing." he commented, reaching to touch her cheek, but pulling his hand back the instant he remembered Rosie had bit his hand. For some reason, while her stomach sunk even further, a strange sense of elation rose up inside of her at the same time. He was a little afraid of her, and no matter how small the fear was, it gave Rosie a little bit of hope.

Her elation was shortlived when she saw yet another enormous guy burst out of the alley behind them. Rosie didn't feel herself sink to her knees, grazing the skin slightly, but she did. She was fucked if this guy was another one of her attackers' friends. She watched this newcomer approach, bewilderment crossing her face as he began to attack them, throwing punches, threatening them, beating them anyway; it was as if Rosie was watching it on a television, separate from the world and with the sound slightly muted. Some small part of her head told her she was falling into shock. She sat on the pavement for what felt like forever, until her saviour addressed her. Turning to look up at him, it was only then that Rosie realized her sight was blurry, and her cheeks wet from tears that had involuntarily escaped. She screwed her face up, not wanting this stranger to see her cry. Rosie never cried.

Getting to her feet, Rosie wiped her cheeks dry, forcing herself not to shed any more tears. Her knees stung as she stood, but the pain kept her from sinking any further into her acute stress. "Oh, I'm fine,"

[/color] Rosie answered the man's question, not meeting his eyes as she dusted herself off. She was glad her bag was still draped over her shoulder, and it wasn't until she checked that she hadn't dropped anything that she forced herself to meet the guys eyes again. He looked familiar, but between the shock, blurry eyes and the amount of alcohol she had consumed earlier that night, Rosie couldn't place him.

"Didn't you see? I totally had that situation under control."[/color] The comment was meant to be passed off with casual arrogance, but instead her voice was shaky and far too serious to be even recognisable as coming from Rosie. She sounded like a robot as she took the effort to stop herself crying. With a heavy sigh, she spotted her skinned knees, blood seeping into her denim jeans around the holes she had torn in them. "You don't have any plasters, do you?" It was such a ridiculous question to ask that Rosie burst into giggles. As if this man would have plasters on his person. He was a fucking tank. Well, he was compared to Rosie, at least.

Eventually getting over her giggles, a stitch in her side being added to her list of aches and pains, Rosie tried to stay serious, knowing she was yet to thank the man who had intervened just in time. "Thank you."[/color] She did a half-curtsy, wincing with the pain and almost stumbling as her knees bent and straightened once more. Thankfully, she maintained her balance. "I'm gonna head on my way, now." Pointing over her shoulder in the direction she assumed the tour grounds were in, Rosie spun on her heel, beginning to make the long journey home. The pain shooting from her knees was only going to make it seem longer.[/blockquote]
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WORDS 798 TAGGED GAMBIT AKA REMY LEBEAU NOTES OH, ROSIEEE~ AND LAWL. SHE'S HONORED COMING TO HER RESCUE TAKES PRECEDENCE OVER BJS<3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #a75c5c 8px solid;] ► at first glance, rosie just looked like a party girl who had a little bit too much to drink for her low, singled self to be out and about. gambit was ready to make sure nothing had been stolen, or she wasn't hurt, and let her go off on her way without a problem, but that was because he hadn't recognized her. the red hair would've usually been a tip off if it wasn't starting to become a trend among women, and if his eye sight was a tad better. the alcohol had spiked throughout his body when his adrenaline had started to pump, and the drunken feeling that had started to calm down was right back up there with his ego. when she said she was fine, he instantly figured she wasn't, but wasn't about to argue with a stranger. if she didn't want him to hold her hand for any reason, then he wasn't about to question it. the way gambit saw things, he was polite enough to ask; if she made the coherent decision to say she was fine when she wasn't, that wasn't his problem. he watched her anyways, however, something about her making him linger a few more seconds than he usually would've. it wasn't until she tilted her head and caught his gaze that the familiar sense washed back into his brain, and his eyes narrowed in speculation. now he understood why he had thought the voice was familiar. his eyes widened a bit with the realization that he had just saved rosie from a bad situation, and she didn't seem to even notice who he was. it was a little hysterical, to be honest, but for some reason, he couldn't push the chuckle out. instead, he just let a bit of a smirk pull at the corner of his lips, watching her with steady eyes, doing his best to keep himself from swaying in his stand-still stance. "oh right," he started, this time allowing a bit of a laugh to echo out. "you had them shaking in their nicky's." he could tell she was trying to put up a front, and he wasn't about to poke any holes in it. not yet, anyway. she looked like she'd been through quite a bit, so rocking the boat that way didn't seem fair at all. blinking at her question, his eyes slowly trailed down to her knees, and his smirk faltered a little. "not on me, no." he said bluntly, her giggle fit only telling him how much she might've consumed that night, alcohol-wise. he was about to ask how much she'd had, and then properly scold her on the ways of drinking better if you don't have any other means home than your heartbeat, she spoke up and thanked him for all his heroic help. the curtsey she gave him caused another crack of a smile, but it didn't last too long as she started to collect herself. it wasn't until she said she was leaving that he realized she had absolutely no idea who he was. he was just some guy that had randomly been in the right place at the right time for her rescue. for a moment, gambit just blinked behind his shades and watched as she started off in the wrong direction. at least, he was pretty sure that was the wrong direction. snapping out of it, he slowly fell into step beside rosie, his legs making long enough strides that he was there rather quickly. "think that's a good idea, red riding hood?" he asked casually, lifting his hand to push his sunglasses up to rest on his head so that his eyes were visible. maybe she'd recognize him then. "you're going the wrong way, for starters. secondly, my usual affect on women happened to take place and now i'm without a bed warmer for the night, and you have to make it up to me." pausing, he narrowed his eyes at how promiscuous that could sound. "... with food. you're making it up to me with food. not sex. gros-" before he could finish that, he cut himself off, figuring she could take that gross comment in an entirely bad way, too. instead, he just inhaled deeply and grabbed her waist gently, hoisting her off her wobbly legs and into his arms. it was a rather surprising sight, especially through gambit's eyes, as he cradled her like an injured child. he was more surprised about his balance, since he didn't want his mind drifting anywhere towards the fact that his supporting hand underneath her knee could slip down at any moment. turning them around, he started in the proper direction out of the alley, ignoring the few looks that were cast their way from passing cars. "what the hell were you thinking, anyway? you're like four-foot-nothing, rosie. if those guys wanted you bruised and bloody, i'm pretty sure your knees wouldn't be the only thing scraped up right now." he tried to keep his tone from verging onto a fatherly note, but it was a little hard. she was so tiny, even though her attitude and stubbornness were beyond her height and size. it didn't help that he had left over father instincts from when he had his daughter, so coming across rose in such a situation had almost made him lose it completely. and the funny thing was that usually, he found this red-haired shrimp to be barely anything other than annoying. "you better know how to cook drunk mac and cheese. that's all i gotta say for this taxi service." [/style]

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[ROSIE WILSON!]

LOVE YOUR EGO YOU WON'T FEEL A THING

The fact that she still hadn't recognized the tank of a man in front of her as Gambit was hardly surprising. Her head was spinning again, and her stomach was churning a little, but whether that was from shock or her drunken state, Rosie had no clue. All she was aware of at that moment was the fact she needed to get home, and it was taking a fair bit of focus to keep herself from toppling over and scarring up her knees even more.

Rosie grunted slightly at the man as he played along with her false bravado, even though it had been played off rather unsuccessfully. "You know it," she finally said, her mouth twitching upwards into a half-hearted smirk. She ran a hand through her hair, making it far more messy than it had been already. His prompt response to her question about plasters cut her giggle fit short, though she still smiled. As she went on her way, she was surprised to find the man keeping pace with her. She was about to say something when he got to it first.

Red riding hood? The nickname was patronizing, but still oddly familiar. She turned to look at the man again, the sight of his eyes making her mouth open wide in shock. Recognition instantly flooded through her. "Gambit!" she exclaimed, stopping in her tracks, and then wrapping her arms around him in a brief hug. It was such a relief to see a familiar face, or to at least recognize it. Far from being ashamed, Rosie pulled back, giving the man his space before grinning at him like an idiot. "I'm sure the tour grounds are that way..."

[/b] she said quietly, looking in the direction she had been travelling. However, truth be told, Rosie was a hopeless navigator and her sense of direction was well below par. The rest of Gambit's spiel had her erupting into another bout of giggles before he had time to clarfiy what he meant, though this one was more subdued. "Food, right. Gotcha." she said, flashing him a wink. It was clear she was just messing around. And the fact he'd almost stated she was gross had gone completely over her head.

She was startled for a moment as she felt her feet lift of the ground, amazed at the ease with which Gambit could pick her up. She was used to being carried, even preferred it to walking most days, but the fact that Gambit had chosen to carry her made a very smug smile creep onto her face. Before that moment, Rosie thought that Gambit saw her as a pest. Now he seemed almost concerned. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder, trying to support herself a little. Thankfully, her knees weren't stinging as much with the way she was carried. Mentally, she made a note to clean them when they got back to camp.

Her self-satisfied smirk only widened as Gambit berated her for being out at night. She cleared her throat as he got her height entirely wrong. "Five foot nothing, actually." she corrected, faking sensitivity at his wrong assumption. As he continued, Rosie felt a little like she was being lectured, though this small change in Gambit's attitude towards her amused her to no end. "It's not like I started it." she huffed. "Or that I wanted to get mugged, Dad." she emphasized the last word, and her seriousness dissipated once again as she let out a light laugh. "Seriously, though. Thanks." Since her earlier apology had been a little insincere, Rosie thought she better make it up to him.

Although Gambit's suggestion of mac and cheese was completely serious, Rosie couldn't help but laugh, though she took care not to laugh too hard in case he dropped her. She wasn't used to being so far off the ground and falling from this height would not have been fun. "Of course! As long as you have everything to make it with." she chirped, nodding her head slightly. "And bacon! You better have a lot of bacon." Already her mouth was watering at the thought. She hoped that they weren't too far away from the tour grounds. Her upset stomach was slowly being replaced by the all too familiar hunger pains. More than anything, she wanted to get home and eat something. She imagined that shouting "mush!" at Gambit would only make him leave her on the pavement and walk off without her. And then she'd never get home. No, being carried like this was perfect for the moment.

She leaned the side of her head against Gambit's shoulder, falling into silence for a few moments. "So what were you doing tonight, Mr. Slade?" she asked, curious as to what he had been doing before running into her. What were the odds of them being in the same place? "You smell like liquour." She smelt his shirt, the overpowering scent of alcohol filling her nostrils. She had thought it was her, but she supposed they probably smelled as bad as each other. "And you mentioned you had a lady friend?" Rosie's voice asked innocently, her usual smirk being replaced by a knowing smile. "Sorry for messing that up for you." Reaching up, she patted his cheek gently. No doubt Gambit would get some girl the next night. From what she heard, he managed to get around. [/blockquote]
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WORDS 901 TAGGED GAMBIT AKA REMY LEBEAU NOTES IS IT WEIRD THAT I LOVE HOW THEY INTERACT? NO? OKAY, GOOD.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' you're a solider ○○○ it made gambit feel a little bit better when she came to recognize him, especially since he'd almost felt a little weird, and stalker-like by following her without her realizing he wasn't a creep. the small hug was a little more of a greeting than he'd ever thought she'd give him, but he tried not to look too unsettled from it. all he could really think was that he was glad throwing that punch into that asshole's face had calmed down his lower head, and an awkward situation was prevented altogether. her correction on her height completely unphased gambit, considering that was still a generally short height to him. not that height really mattered, but compared to the sizes of the two guys who'd ambushed her in the alley way, if you weren't at least six foot something, gambit would've been on their back about walking alone. with rosie, it was ten times worse because of how petite she was. it was just a good thing that he didn't make a habit of playing the hero, or else his joker-like reputation would get mucked up with vigilant stories on how he beat this guy up for this reason, and even saved the elderly woman's cat from a tree. tonight would be his one good deed for the rest of the year. for a moment, when she emphasized the word 'dad', gambit's eyes flickered down to her face and he almost barked at her for the title. but it wasn't like she knew his pain, or his history. it was a little obvious, to him at least, that it was an unsettling thing to be called, especially in a drunken state. he missed his daughter kenzie more than he could ever put into a song, or a chord of notes. but instead of stumbling over his mood and lingering on the word, he tuned himself into her words, grateful for the distraction. a smile replaced the unsure line his lips had formed, and he nodded his head to tell her she was welcome. "just don't make a habit of it, alright? they hire bodyguards for this kinda shit. and unless you wanna start payin' me for my services.." he lingered, chuckling afterwards. it wouldn't be the first time he'd been offered money to watch someone's back. only, their reason differed quite a bit from rosie's. the thought of bacon had gambit's stomach growling in protest about the thought, and his mouth was watering like crazy. it helped his legs grow encouragement that slade wasn't even sure he had in him to walk faster towards the venue's setup, trying his best to make sure that rosie wasn't having a bumpy ride. trying to remember you were carrying a girl that was probably a hundred pounds wet wasn't the easiest when your mind was clouded with alcohol, and the promise of cooked food. because of it, he let them fall into silence and concentrated on walking, ignoring the looks they got from anyone taking their midnight strolls with their dogs, or other drunken party-goers, trying to either go home to crash another gig. it was rosie who broke the silence, and he glanced at her for a moment when she asked what he'd been doing before encountering her and her troubles. "the usual night in the life of gambit slade, you could say." he responded simply, almost forgetting about the fact that his hat had literally walked off. a bit of a smirk started to pull at his lips when she mentioned the obvious, and smelt his shirt. "when don't i? better question: who doesn't smell like alcohol half the time on tour?" her knowing smile was a little annoying, and he was given a flash of the same memory he had of rosie, and for a moment, he just arched a brow, waiting for some other lingering comment to slip out. when the apology surfaced, he was a bit surprised, having expected some sort of jab at the fact that he probably could've used a night for recovery, like most of his friends would've tossed his way. "i seem to have that effect on women," he loosely replied, shrugging his free shoulder so he didn't disturb where she'd placed her head. "wasn't really your fault, anyway. y'know, the whole, the victim isn't the raper, so it wasn't their fault even if they were stupidly dressed and all by themselves in the middle of manhatten at three a.m.?" a bit of a breathless laugh escaped afterwards, trying to make his genuine opinion come out, even though he was being serious. it wasn't rosie's fault that two guys had bad intentions with her being the one stuck in the middle of them. "besides, i think that guy made up for it when i broke his jaw. that's gonna suck when he wakes up." rounding the corner, the familiar fenced in gate of the parking lot came into view, and gambit's speed increased a little bit more. after checking in with security, and they confirmed that yes, it was actually gambit instead of some other obnoxious drunk trying to sneak in with his date, he made a bee-line for his bus. the entire time, he mentally had his fingers crossed on zach having been out or asleep, because if zach was there and if he was awake, there's no way in hell he'd be able to ask rosie to come in and cook for him. knowing z, he'd have someone bent over somewhere, and gambit knew how scarring it was to see that himself, and he'd been best friends with the guy for several years. so for rosie to have to see that? that'd probably kill all motivation for mac and cheese with bacon, and that wasn't something his drunken stomach would let him get away with. after kicking open the bus door, he padded up the steps and plopped rosie, surprisingly gently, onto the couch. "pretty sure you know how to look through cupboards, right? everything's in the dinky piece of shit kitchenette, bacon's in the freezer, et cetra, et cetra. i gotta go take a wicked leak." and with that, he continued on towards the back of the bus, pulling his sunglasses off the top of his head and ditching them in his bunk along the way. he had full confidence that she'd make out alright on her own for a few minutes while he took a piss and freshened up. smelling like liquor wasn't always a charming smell while eating, after all. rosie ○ 1101 ○ outfit ○ sorry this took me ages! D: