totallyinaband | #32 - [Accidental Video Post/Audio Post]

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#32 - [Accidental Video Post/Audio Post]

[The video opens as Stephen's device is resting on his bedside table. There is an unfamiliar woman in a baggy t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms crashing around the room, muttering to herself. Se leaves the shot for several minutes, and returns wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. She stops in front of a mirror and peers at the reflection with barely concealed horror. She finally sighs and rams a toque down over her long auburn hair. She whirls around and picks up the device, unaware it's recording. The viewer gets a close up on what may be a familiar face. The feed suddenly switches to audio.]

Seriously? Again? Jesus fucking Christ. I didn't enjoy this last time, City, and I'm not going to today.

[The audio ends with a definite click.]

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So you wanna go get drunk?

Why not. Hopefully I can black out and forget most this happened by morning.

I'll meet you at the bar.

Yeah, sure thing, man.

[Stephen shows up at the bar in the usual baggy jeans, but she swapped out one of the flannel shirts for a t-shirt, which she's still swimming in a little. She lost the toque and her hair's been tied up in a messy bun.]

[Dean glances up when Stephen walks in. The little crooked, charming smile is instinctive. He smirks a little then winks.]

Buy you a drink, Sweetheart? [He's stifling a chuckle at this point. But the initial reaction? 100% Dean's instincts to a hot chick, even a sloppy dresser.]

Very funny, asshole. Now shove over.

[She kicks his feet off one of the chair and plonks down.]

[Dean thinks he's hilarious, as evidenced by the laughing.]

Yeah, yeah. You realise I am going to be so unsympathetic next time you get cursed with something ridiculous.

Wouldn't expect anything less.

There will be pictures involved, I'm sure.

[She heads for the bar and starts them off with a pitcher and a few glasses.]

If I turn into a chick, take pictures of my tits.

[That works for Dean, he'll drain the whiskey in his class and switch to beer.]

[Stephen comes back with the beer in time to hear that particular Dean-ism.]

What, gonna make a scrapbook?

Hell, yes. Something to show the kids when they get older.

I'm sure they'll all be thrilled.

You kidding? They'll sit around at Christmas and look at it.

You would have seriously twisted Christmases.

One Christmas, Sam and I killed Santa Claus. Twisted is what Christmas is about.

Uh. Wow. I think that might top every 'worst Christmas ever' story.

He was killing people. Him and Mrs Claus.

That's fucked up, man.

Eh Christmas hasn't been that big a deal since Sam was eight.

I'm not a huge fan either. My Mum always tries to make it 'perfect' and always ends up stressing herself and everyone else out.

I spend most of it hiding out.