Puppet Plot: The Morning After

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After Laini left the two be-puppeted sprites in Bob's room last night, things pretty much went blurry. Having a lot of 'alcohol' will do that to a sprite, human, or any manner of creature.

So in the fine traditions of getting spam-faced drunk and waking up in your room...

... Bob wakes up in the same bed with Dot. With a surprise.

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"Mnhhh..."

Dot manages to turn her head up from the pillow towards Bob. "...bob?...what is it?"

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"Did we... I mean..." his voice is high and nervy. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

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That catches her attention.

"What are you... ...oh."

She tried racking her brain and figuring if they had..done.. All she could remember was obviously taking off that dress... And...something about Bob and frustration and then.

"I.. ..i..." Now she's starting to look more than a little worried herself. "I don't remember. ...I remember getting my drinks at the bar... some..dancing..."

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"Oh yeah, I remember now. You were dancing with a guy and..."

A look of utter horror crosses his puppet face.

"And I attacked him. Ohmygosh..."

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And now Dot remembers the rest of that little debaucle, and puts her hand to her mouth. "Oh..."

"I think I remember someone very... strange bringing us up to our room." She tried racking her brain. "She was kind of nice...and...I remember something about goth?"

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"Goth?" echoes Bob. If anything, he looks even more horrified. "Oh no... Laini."

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"Yes... Laini! ...she brought us up here...and said... something to you about a chapter somewhere... And then left." She's looking like she's trying to remember more and is a little freaked out herself.

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"And... then what happened?" Bob asks, more than a little nervously.

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What Dot would give to have 'melt into puddle' function right now. "..I.. ...think.." She's looking flustered.

Oh spit it out girl.

"I..remember taking off my dress and... trying to..."

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("What's wrong?" "It won't come off! I think it's sewn on!")

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"Oh man."

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"...aaaaauuugh..." She puts her face back into the pillow to quietly scream into it.

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Bob just stares off into space for several nanos.



"...can we just get dressed and pretend this didn't happen?"

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There's a long pause before she answers.

"Yes. ...let's."

Because on the one digit? She would have preferred a different way of waking up with Bob. And he will NEVER know that.

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"Okay," says a very relieved Bob.

A beat.

"Where are my pants?"