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Dennis Reynolds (
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2017
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10:31 am
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TNDG Day 4
[ We join the twins as they stand outside Dennis's dressing room, tanked to hell and assembling Molotov cocktails. ]
We should say a few words.
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godhole
2017-03-09 08:30 pm (UTC)
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And I would've liked to know you, but mmm-mm-hmm-hmm-hmmmmm.
[ mumbling the words he doesn't quite remember ]
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laterboners
2017-03-09 08:34 pm (UTC)
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[ also does not know these lyrics, so after humming for a moment she just loudly sings: ]
And you are the wind beneath myyyyy wings.
[ turns to Dennis for the signal to throw ]
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godhole
2017-03-09 08:37 pm (UTC)
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[ Dennis nods and flings his cocktail ]
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laterboners
2017-03-09 08:41 pm (UTC)
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[ Dee's lands with it and once the fire starts her eyes go wide and she immediately slams the door shut ]
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Well shit.
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godhole
2017-03-09 08:44 pm (UTC)
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Yeah, I really thought we knew the song better than that.
[ a pause, as smoke begins to waft out from under the door ]
Oh. Oh, you mean the fire.
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laterboners
2017-03-09 08:50 pm (UTC)
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[ casually turning to walk away, you know, in a stumbly way ]
Yeeeeeah, we probably need to tell someone about that.
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godhole
2017-03-09 09:03 pm (UTC)
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Screw that, we're in mourning. Somebody'll find it.
[ they shuffle off into the sunset ]
[ by sunset I mean bar ]
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2017-03-09 21:03 (UTC)
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[ mumbling the words he doesn't quite remember ]
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And you are the wind beneath myyyyy wings.
[ turns to Dennis for the signal to throw ]
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Well shit.
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[ a pause, as smoke begins to waft out from under the door ]
Oh. Oh, you mean the fire.
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Yeeeeeah, we probably need to tell someone about that.
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[ they shuffle off into the sunset ]
[ by sunset I mean bar ]