Re: Two Hours Later....
"He'ssss okay..." Joey slurs, having not moved from the floor. It was so cool and soft against his brow. It was hot in here, hot like Rose's skin when they...
No. That part of his life is over. Done. Time to get over it.
Joey pushes himself up off the floor and braces himself against a pool table to get his legs under him.
"Sorry about that, Misha. I'm good now." Joey says, his eyes still somewhat unfocused.
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