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[24 Feb 2013|10:56pm] |
Walden wasn't drunk, per say, but he had been drinking with Weldon, celebrating his first payment from his new dick stroking business. Jerking off for perverts online was going well and he'd only been at it a few days. He stumbled into the lift with his brother, laughing and collapsing back against its stupid, shiny chrome walls. "Fucking wankers at the fucking pub. Kicking us out."
He slapped Weldon on the shoulder a few times. "What fucking time is it? It's not fucking closing time." He fumbled with his phone in his pocket, getting it out and looking down at the picture of his dick he'd sent Rabastan after he'd had a few Jager bombs and it had started to seem like a good idea. He gave his dick a fond look, then existed so he could look at the time. "Fucking two in the morning! Pubs are open later than fucking two. It's all bullshit."
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