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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 22:57:17 GMT -5
((Just because no one ever uses this place!))
Race had actually won at the tracks for once and thought he'd celebrate on this lucky evening with a pastry or two. As he was picking them out, however, his mind wandered, returning once again to that drunken adventure with Ershey and Risk a few nights ago. No matter how hard he focused on it, it was all so foggy! Yet he hadn't seen Ershey since, and he could swear Risk and Mush had both been avoiding him. How bad could it have been?
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:02:28 GMT -5
Glad that she finished selling her papers, Ershey tucked away the coin that the gentleman just handed to her. Normally, she would've went straight back to the lodging house but figured a nice walk wouldn't hurt. Glancing over at the bakery, she stopped in her tracks once she noticed someone familiar.
Was that.... "Race?"
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 23:12:09 GMT -5
He jumped and almost dropped the cheese danish the clerk had just wrapped up for him. "Ershey! Hey. It's, uh...been a while. Can I buy you a pastry?" While I figure out how best to explain about the giant hole in my memory.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:15:03 GMT -5
"You sure you have enough money for that?" asked Ershey cautiously as she stood next to him and eyed a croissant.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 23:22:30 GMT -5
"Bittersweet won tonight!" he informed her happily. "I'm flush. Pick out anything, really." And then tell me why you were mad at me. Please?
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:25:07 GMT -5
Well, if you're offering... "That one," said Ershey, pointing at the biggest croissant she could find. She wondered whether he was making up for what he said that night... or if he really was just incredibly happy about Bittersweet.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 23:27:55 GMT -5
"Good choice," Race told her, pointing out the croissant and forking over the money. He beckoned her over to a booth in the corner where they could munch their delicious snacks in peace. "So, uh...how've you been? I mean...since..." She'd gotten sick, right? He'd sobered up a little then, enough to help her out, but then they'd brought her home and he'd really gone downhill and it was all a blur.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:31:06 GMT -5
"Since Irving Hall?" smirked Ershey, taking a seat across from him. "You drank a lot... well, uh, so did I but you really don't remember anything? At all? Not even pieces?"
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 23:37:26 GMT -5
"Pieces, definitely. All the beginning stuff...you and Risk being sister'n brother, and snapping at each other the whole time...then we all took turns buying drinks, and we was playing a drinking game, and then we was just drinking..." He frowned. "...and then you got sick and we took you home, I think...and then I woke up on the couch?"
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:39:08 GMT -5
Ershey frowned, sighing. "...And you just happened to forget the most important detail of that night," she said, picking at her croissant. "You mentioned... Ericson?"
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 14, 2011 23:47:31 GMT -5
He froze with the pastry halfway to his mouth, stared at her for a few seconds, then dropped the pastry and groaned, face sinking into his hands. "Oh, God. How much did I..."
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Post by Ershey on Oct 14, 2011 23:48:53 GMT -5
"Everything," she sighed, breaking her croissant in half and handing it to Race. Despite how upset she was at Race, she knew that he was drunk when it happened. And when you're drunk, you really have no control of what happens...
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 15, 2011 0:05:37 GMT -5
He held onto the half-croissant without even realizing what it was; he was too busy muttering half a dozen Italian curses under his breath. Finally, he looked up at her. "I'm so sorry, Ersh. Not that that helps, but...what happened? What'd Risk say? I mean, he's your brother, he wouldn't turn you in, right?" Increasingly horrifying possibilities were occurring to him every second.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 0:07:26 GMT -5
((Awww, Race! <3))
"He said he has a plan," she sighed, popping a piece of croissant into her mouth. "I don't know whether it'd work or not... but he sounded sincere about it. Either way, he's incredibly worried now -- and Mush found out when Risk was telling me, so he's on pins and needles too. I'm sure those two aren't talking right now... well, not that that's anything new... we're all just a bit on edge. Apparently, Goblin's helping him out..."
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 15, 2011 0:11:42 GMT -5
Race's head was spinning. "Risk has a plan? A plan for what, exactly?" And the only thing he really knew about this Goblin guy was that he was dating Script, the baking goddess. "And Mush knows?" He winced. "He's gonna kill me. Not that I don't deserve it."
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