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[itistolaugh]

[ No text, but he can hear "WHAT?" from down the hall. ]

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[Well, that cheers him up a little. He decides to just open his door and shout down the hall instead of texting a response to that.]

He's your hook-up, Harley! And that's all you're getting.

[itistolaugh]

[ Ugh she has to GET UP and WALK to have a conversation now? ]

That was seriously it? No context or ... I don't even know what would make that a good come on.

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[He opens the original lizard frenching text and makes sure she can't see any of the stuff further down the conversation before holding his phone up so she can see for herself.]

There's your context. He also talked about strip Candy Land.

[itistolaugh]

Oh. Yeah, no, that doesn't make it better. At least if you had to get a misfire, it wasn't his dick in a puppet.

[ SHE'S HELPING. ]

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Yeaaah, I would definitely consider that something I did not need to hear about.

[He's...really not surprised, but. That was a mental image she didn't need to give him.]

[itistolaugh]

I think if you're really honest with yourself, you already knew.

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But I didn't have to actively think about it.

[Goddammit Harley.]

[itistolaugh]

You're welcome!

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You're a terrible roommate. But, sorry I ruined your night.

[At least she has other boyfriends she can hit up? Unless she was serious about platonic drunken board games.]

[itistolaugh]

It's okay. I ruined yours right back with dick puppet, so now we're even.

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James already did worse than that, anyway. Yours was a lesser offense.

[But now he has to live with the thought of dick puppets for the rest of his life. So she's only mostly forgiven.]

[itistolaugh]

Okay, so what board games pair best with tequila?

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Aren't you supposed to be the expert on that sort of thing, Ms. Quinn?

[As if that's not the kind of thing he'd be roped into doing with some of the other people he's hung out with over the years.]

[itistolaugh]

Well, let's hope it's Operation, because I think that's the only one we have in the closet.

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[Snort.]

Okay, I guess it's Operation then.

[itistolaugh]

Take a shot every time you hit the buzzer?

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Works for me.

We're going to get our licenses taken away for this.

[Haha doctor jokes.]

[itistolaugh]

Obviously the man is uninsured and our shady backalley practice is the best he can do.

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Oh, of course. Then we have nothing to worry about.

Our patient, on the other hand, is probably doomed.

[itistolaugh]

The man has an ice cream cone inside his skull. He doesn't have much time left anyway.