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Connor and Fallen Catalyst
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Sep 16, 2015 05:15AM
Kyla rolled her eyes and threw her third dart, which landed far off to the left.
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He threw his last dart with landed right under the bullseye.
"I think you won.." Kyla said softly.
Kyla smiled lightly and followed her.
Kyla was still trying to finish her first beer. Her throat was sore from earlier.
He tried to stand but stumbled and fell.
Kyla looked at him. "You alright?" She asked with a smirk.
He got up. "Yeah. I'm…I'm fine. Just want…another drink."
Kira sighed. "Don't get too drunk please.. And give me your car keys." She told him.
He gave her his keys. "We should probably go now."
"Yeah." She nodded. Kyla paid for the beers.
Kyla got in the drivers seat and started the car.
"Let's…let's go to…McDonald's." He muttered.
"Why..?" She asked him, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Because McDonalds is good!" He proclaimed.
"You're drunk. You need to sleep it off." She muttered.
"You know what else I need to sleep? You." He looked out the window.
She glanced over at him. Kyla ignored what he said, guessing it was because he was drunk.
"Like what?" She asked, driving back to the hotel.
"Driving me home from a party." He fiddled with his hands and looked down.
Kyla nodded. She was silent, unsure of what to say.
He laid his head back she closed his eyes.
After a short while, Kyla parked in front of the hotel.
Kyla turned the car off and got out. She took his keys and used them to unlock the door.
He collapsed on the couch once inside.
Kyla sighed. She went into her room long enough to grab her stuff before going back into his room.
Kyla rolled her eyes, locking the door and putting the keys on the table.
He occasionally muttered things in his sleep.
Kyla took out her book and started reading. She was tired but didn't want to sleep.
He rolled over and fell on the floor.
Kyla smiled and rolled her eyes. ((Skip to when he wakes up?))
((Yeah))The next morning he stretched and sat up.
Kyla was asleep. She was holding her book open with one hand, curled up in the chair.
He sighed and rubes his head. He had a very bad hangover but it wasn't his worst. He got a blanket from the bed and draped it over her.
Kyla muttered a soft thank you. Her throat was bruised pretty badly.
