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10/5/2015 10:52:41 AM
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She sees Grell, passed out on a bench, with a bottle of liquor in his hand
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[b]she jumps down to him and looks at him[/b]
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His eyes flutter open, and he speaks with slurred words "H-hey honey, you want a drink?"
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[b]she shakes her head and laughs and in a synthesized voice say[/b] "No thanks"
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He sits up, his eyes wide "Goodness gracious, where the hell am I?"
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"You're drunk"
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"That's funny isn't it? I was in a bar, and then I woke up here." Grell rubbed his eyes
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"Yeah alcohol will do that"
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"What's with the mask?"
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"To hide my face"
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"Obviously, you must be really insecure."
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"No I just prefer to hide my face it helps when you're an assassin"
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"Ah an assassin, seems we have one thing in common."
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"Apparently so"
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"Hm, God now the hangover is going to set in soon."
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"Well that's your problem"
