Adriana Carmichael: Adriana frowns, her victory not enough to make her let down her guard in such a filthy venue. She takes down her next shot like a pro before looking over to Alice. Her texan accent starts creeping through the cracks. "How's your dog, dear?"

Alice Newcomb: ((See ya!)) "Yep, you won, Adriana."

Sha-Sha: *She sighs and nods* Yeah it has

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Nothing to be sorry about with me Felisa,"it's obvious that she doesn't seem to be upset about anything. "However, there is a place that Nathaniel told me about with some Mardi Gras food, so before I head home I think I'm going to go check it out." Starts to stand. "Thanks for the extra input for my paper," grinning to Felisa. "Nice to meet you Sha-Sha. Glad you're okay."

Alice Newcomb: "He's doing great. Back to his old self, thanks to you." Looks at Adrian. "A puppy?"

Alice Newcomb: repost: Looks at Adriana. "He's doing great. Back to his old self, thanks to you." Looks at Keith, "A puppy?"

Keith Newcomb: Alice: Smirks. Rolls his eyes. "Dear god no, not a puppy."

Sha-Sha: *She nods and smiles softly at Kaitlyn.* Thanks, nice to meet you too.

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Have to get to bed early tonight. Thanks for the nice long scene *grin* and the RP :) ))

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny smile. "Good to hear. I'm glad he's well."

Sha-Sha: ((Night Kait! Thanks for joining!))

Felisa Espinosa: "Take care of yourself Kaitlyn. I'll probably see you around."
She waved to her as she left before turning to Sha-Sha. "Are you off as well? Going to hit the club scene?"


Adriana Carmichael: (seeya!)

Alice Newcomb: Adri> "He wanted me to bring you his favorite chew toy, but I talked him out of it." *S* Keith> "A kitten?"

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "Not a kitten."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Ni ni Kait!))

Sha-Sha: I don't know yet. Been trying to decide what to do next.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "You too, Felisa. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon. Good night." She pulls her jacket back on, and heads on out. ((goodnight!))

Sha-Sha: ((Though I do have to go pick up my fiance and get food soon))

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks at Alice "Inform him that I appreciate the sentiment, though I'm currently not in need of any chew toys." She takes down another shot.

Alice Newcomb: Smiles at Adri. Keith> "A pillow?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Might want to take it easy then, I wouldn't want you all wobbly and falling over like a broken weeble. Are you aight to drive? DO you drive? There's a surprising amount of people that don't."

Keith Newcomb: "Yes, a pillow, you guessed it. With My Little Pony pillowcase."

Sha-Sha: *She laughs at that.* I drive a motorcycle. I'd probably have left earlier if it were a car. I don't want to be wobbly while on it.

Alice Newcomb: Laughs. "You did not!"

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana gives a bored look out toward the rest of the bar. Already past her seventh shot, she tries to stand a bit clumsy. "I require use of the facilities. It could take some time depepnding on their sanitation practices."

Keith Newcomb: "No, but now that I think about it, it would have been a good idea." Watches Adriana wobble.

Alice Newcomb: "Hope you brought industrial strength cleaner."

Felisa Espinosa: She grinned. "Really? No sidecar or anything like that right? Where's your helmet? At least a pair of goggles..."
For a brief instant the Puerto Rican considered a bike when the money started rolling in.
Nah.


Adriana Carmichael: Adriana nods to Alice, stumbling toward the bathroom. "I always do."

Alice Newcomb: "Something soft," she mumbles... puzzling over it. What the hell could it be? "Paint brushes?" They have soft tips.

Sha-Sha: *She smiles.* Outside, locked to the bike. And no...no side car. I prefer the maneuverability.

Keith Newcomb: "I wouldn't know what kind you use."

Alice Newcomb: "You're lying. It's not something soft. You just said that to throw me off."

Keith Newcomb: Sighs. "It's soft. So that was the infamous Snyde. Asshole. I don't like him."

Felisa Espinosa: "What sort of bike do you have? Like one of those sporty numbers, rice burners? Or do you do the Harley thing? Now you've made me want to commit suicide and buy one of the bastards."

Alice Newcomb: "He's all right."

Keith Newcomb: Leans over and whispers to Alice.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana pushes the door open, holding a daintily gloved hand to her mouth at the horrid stench. She takes a sharp look around before immeditely rushing back toward the bar. She confronts the nearest waitress she can find. "Ma'am.. There's a terrible mess in the woman's room. I require that you clean this up IMMEDIETLY before I'm forced to urinate outside the designated facilities."

Keith Newcomb: Looks over at Adriana with a faint, amused smirk.

Alice Newcomb: Blinks at what Adriana just said, and covers her mouth with one hand. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana keeps a straight face, her threat laid out. The woman snickers and nods moving to see that the mess is cleaned up. Adriana takes a deep breath to calm herself.

Snyde: *Pushes the door open and walks back into the bar and moves back over towards the table he left Alice and Adriana at*

Sha-Sha: *She laughs* If you saw me out there, you'd probably be convinced that _I_ wanted to commit suicide. ((*L* Player still working on what exactly she drives, sporty and good for doing stunts and tricks on.)) Speaking of which, I think I'm going to go for a drive. Thanks again and I'll see you later. ((Has to go do the fiance & food thing. May be back later if people are still around! Thanks for the scene!))

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh fuck."
She'd forgotton about the bathroom. Hard to do, in a way, but the fact that she saved Cha-Cha's life overode the fallout. But the doctor seemed to be taking it well. Sort of.


Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha: ((Aww, man! And I was JUST finally unbusy enough to return, too! :P))

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha: ((Aww, man! And I was JUST finally unbusy enough to return, too! :P))

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 4,7,7,7,6,

Sha-Sha: ((Cha-Cha? She's been reduced to a dance!? *L*))

Snyde: *He moves back to the table and sits down and looks at Alice and Keith* "So your her brother?" *he says with a smile*

Felisa Espinosa: ((I've been fighting.. FIGHTING not to do that. *wince*))

Sha-Sha -> Christian Gallagher: Like I said, if people are around, I'll come back but he'd be unhappy if I left him stuck at work. *L*

Alice Newcomb: "Hey Snyde, that was quick." ((*L* ChaChaaa!))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana stands where she is near the bar, taking a series of deep breaths to calm herself. The woman is tense.. and doesn't look very capable of doing much else at the moment. Maybe in time..

Sha-Sha: ((*Giggles*))

Keith Newcomb: ((What was the name of that hotshot dancer in Grease, wasn't it Cha Cha? *G*))

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha: ((Gotcha. *Hugs*))

Snyde: *He nods to her* "Yea they wernt home so i decided id come back here a little sooner then expected" *he says with a smile*

Keith Newcomb: Snyde: He nods, bringing out a hard pack of Camels and offering the man one. "Yeah. Just moved here from Frisco."

Sha-Sha: ((I think it might have been. Anyway...*hugs around and runs*))

Adriana Carmichael: (*hugs* thanks hon!)

Felisa Espinosa: "Well time for me to hit the dusty trail," she muttered, and got up to head out of side door. One of these days that woman's gonna crack, and with the way she shoots Felisa wouldn't want to be anywhere near the girl.
"Take care Sha-Sha. I'll see you soon enough."


Christian Gallagher: ((Yes, it was Cha Cha, Keith. The wife LOVES that movie. Pity me.)) He pushes through the door, shaking his head a little as he does so. He has that 'just my luck' look on his face, a hand coming to brush his hair back from his face as he re-enters. At least he doesn't look sick now.

Alice Newcomb: ((Night Sha))

Snyde: *He takes one of the smokes* "Thanks for the smoke, and hey I hope you didnt take it the wrong way at me calling you a kid, because I sure as hell know thats what I was at your age" *He says as he taps the smoke on the table before pulling a lighter out and lighting it*

Keith Newcomb: d10: p/a: 4,5,2,3,8,

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana purses her lips and turns slowly around to make a seemingly calm pace back toward the table.

Keith Newcomb: Lights up his own cigarette, putting back the pack without offering one to Alice. "I tend to get ruffled because I look younger. I always get carded. Pisses me off."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Thanks folks. That one was really weird. Back soonish))

Alice Newcomb: "Runs in the family. No one believes I'm eighteen either."

Snyde: *He laughs a bit* "Yea I know the feeling the Bartender at the Lass in Boston where I used to bounce would card me even though I had known the jerk for years, but yea your sis is a really good kid even if she does have the potential to attract trouble"

Snyde: ((TTYL))

Alice Newcomb: "I do not!" ((Night Fel))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana slips back into her seat with a devestated look about her. "The facilities in this venue are unfit for use. Period."

Keith Newcomb: He smirks. "Oh, you noticed? Alice could be in a locked, bare room with no windows and nothing in it, and she'd still find trouble." Looks to Adriana. "No dice?"

Snyde: *He gives a shake of his head* "Yes you do end of story" *he says with a grin to her before turning to look at Adriana* "Whats wrong with them Doc?"

Alice Newcomb: Nods her agreement with Adriana and quickly sips her coke.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 3,6,8,2,2,

Christian Gallagher: He looks around, trying to see if anyone he was with is still here...newp. Juuust Adriana and company. He sighs, pursing his lips, and makes his way to the bar.

Alice Newcomb: "I'm just gonna let it slide, because I'm not in the mood to argue."

Snyde: *he laughs at what keith says* "Now thats the truth" *he says with a grin before looking towards the bottle of whiskey* "You drink whiskey Keith?"

Adriana Carmichael: "The floor is caked with alcohol laden vomit. I'm not stepping foot in that direction until it's clean." She looks to the bathroom to see if the waitress had come out yet. "I warned the woman that i would have no choice but to urinate outside the designated facilities. I lied.. of course.. but she moved rather quickly."

Keith Newcomb: Snyde: "I drink anything as long as it has a good alcohol content."

Snyde: "Thats what happens sometimes in a real bar Adriana" *He says with a grin* "Dosent make it less disgusting but its understandable"

Snyde: *He smiles at Keith before standing up to walk to the bar and grab another shot glass* "Care for a couple of shots then?"

Adriana Carmichael: She frowns at snyde's comment, eyes trailing after Christian. "It's not understandable. I'm.. going to check on the woman's progress. Excuse me." She stands and moves over toward the bar.

Alice Newcomb: Grins at Adri. "You could always leave a little puddle of their whiskey outside the door, it's about the right color."

Keith Newcomb: "I'm in." Finishing off his screwdriver.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Adriana approaches, blue eyes tracking her approach almost warily.

Snyde: *Snyde picks the bottle up and pours two shots before giveing Alice a dirty look* "That is blasphmey, never compare whiskey to piss it was a gift from god to the Irish and who has the right to go against the word of god" *he says with a laugh before picking the shot glass up*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana plants her loafers a few feet back from the man with an apologetic gaze. Not a smile really.. but a more pleasant look than normal. She's trying at least. "I.. fear I may have said some very ugly things to you last night, dear. It was not my intention."

Alice Newcomb: Looks over at Christian.

Keith Newcomb: He picks up the glass.

Snyde: "Cheers buddy" *he says before takeing the shot back and slamming the glass onto the table*

Christian Gallagher: "You did." He nods a little bit, taking his beer and raising it to his lips. "But you were also drunk beyond belief, and I'm...aware of that. So don't mention it. Just realize that sometimes, when someone's going out of their way to make sure you get somewhere to sleep safely, isn't the best time to dig the claws in." Amazingly, he manages to say it without it sounding like an insult, his voice calm. Hurt, yes. But soft, and accepting enough.

Alice Newcomb: Glances at Keith and Snyde drinking together. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Keith Newcomb: "Cheers." He slams his own drink back. Rough or smooth, it doesn't seem to matter.

Adriana Carmichael: She nods, giving her glove a nervous tug. "It was unfair of me to bring up such things. I know how much it stings when people throw my condition in my face. I don't wish that on anyone. Allow me to buy you a drink. It's the least I can do."

Snyde: "Wish we had some good Irish but places like this generally dont carry anything to terribly good" *He says with a smile as he fills the shot glasses back up* "So Keith why did you come all the way out here from frisco?" *He says with a smile as he takes a drag off his smoke*

Alice Newcomb: Adri is buying drinks for her stalker and her brother is getting drunk with her firearms instructor. And she's drinking Coke on her eighteenth birthday.

Alice Newcomb: Does it get any stranger than that?

Keith Newcomb: He lets out a long plume of smoke, throwing back the second drink. "Fucking west coast politics, fucking governor." He smirks. "Got tired of it, nothing much happening on the music scene. So I came here to freeload off my sister." Grins at Alice and pats her head. "'Scuse me, I mean, take *care* of my little sis."

Christian Gallagher: He tilts his head, as if considering the offer, before finally nodding with a smile. "All right. You can wean my forgiveness with alcohol." A gentle joke...forgiveness is already there. He's not over it, but he's willing to let it go. "Thank you."

Alice Newcomb: "You can pay me back when you get your band together and become rich and famous."

Snyde: *He laughs a bit* "Aint much better here, diffrent city same scum" *he says with a sigh before knocking back the secound shot*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana nods and chimes out to the burly bartender. "Sir.. place this man's drinks on my tab, please." She turns to look toward the bathroom, seeing the waitress filing out. She nods to Christain "Excuse me.. I'm about to urinate on myself if I don't get to a sanitary facility in the next minute or so." She moves off toward the ladies room.

Keith Newcomb: "True, I suppose." Alice: "Right. Well, I found a possible guitarist. But that's it."

Christian Gallagher: "Oh, my all means, please," he says with a slight chuckle, letting her go. "And thanks."

Christian Gallagher -> Snyde: ((You know...I should ask. You need Christian's DD?))

Alice Newcomb: "You gonna let me sing if you don't get that other guy?"

Keith Newcomb: "Yeah," he relents with a sigh. "You can sing."

Alice Newcomb: "Don't sound so depressed about it. I sang here and they cheered me."

Keith Newcomb: He laughs. "They would cheer a toad if it croaked loud enough."

Alice Newcomb: "Hey, I was hot!"

Snyde: *He sets the shots back up* "So what kinda music you play?"

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes her time, sanitizing her chosen stall before quickly relieving herself.

Snyde -> Christian Gallagher: ((Sure shoot it to me *G* Do you need Snydes?))

Christian Gallagher: He takes his beer and pivots on his stool, looking over the band on the stage. His eyes, eventually, drift to Alice, Keith, and Snyde, watching them a little bit out of sheer cuiosity of the people Adriana would hang around.

Christian Gallagher -> Snyde: ((No. I'm Ravyn. *G*))

Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that reads "1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d t0 g37 l41d" and an olive button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear. (Fame 1: Professional DJ. Check Who's Who for Details)

Keith Newcomb: "Black metal is my preference. Speed metal or thrash otherwise, or hardcore punk. Though I can play most anything, blues, jazz. I like the old stuff, Doors, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hendrix...but seems no one's much in the market for them anymore."

Snyde -> Christian Gallagher: ((Thats cool didnt reconize the C))

Adriana Carmichael: The crass woman presses her way back out of the bathroom, not chancing to even go near the sink as it would only make her hands dirtier. She steps back up toward Christain. She pulls her gloves off and digs in her purse for a fresh pair. "My associates and I have aquired a table. You're welcome to join us if you care to."

Keith Newcomb: A glance over at Christian. Appraising.

Snyde: *He smiles at the mention of the old stuff* "Yea that kind of music is more my style this new shit in my opinion is just that it seems any damn people with instruments regardless of weather they can play gets to" *he says with a smile as he grabs the shot glass and knocks it back*

Alice Newcomb: Glances towards Adri and her stalker.

Keith Newcomb: He easily knocks back the third shot as well. "Yeah, I prefer the old shit, definitely. Old Stones, man, that's just classic. When they sang Sympathy for the Devil, I got shivers." He grins. "And fuckin' no one beat the Lizard King in my not-so-humble opinion."

Christian Gallagher: He looks at Adriana a moment, then shrugs. "Sure. I'd like that." Better then drinking alone. he rises off his stool and moves to follow the woman to the table.

Christian Gallagher -> Snyde: ((Yeah, he's new. *S*))

Alice Newcomb: Nudges Snyde. "Adri's pickin' up guys." *G*

Snyde: *He grins* "Yea Jim Morrison was crazy as a damn loon but he sure could sing" *he says with a smile as he sets the shots back up*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana slips on a pair of thin white cotton gloves and leads him back to the table. Movements less than graceful to say the least. She slips back to her chair, posture formal. "This is Christain." she states, motioning to the new arrival. She casts a look at snyde, urging him not to say whatever's on his mind.

Keith Newcomb: "Oh hell yeah." Laughs. Alice: "Yeah, and she didn't do too bad, did she? You could take lessons."

Keith Newcomb: Nods to Christian. "Keith Newcomb."

Alice Newcomb: "Alice," she offers, tossing her chin in greeting.

Snyde: *Snyde smiles at Adriana and then looks at Christian* "I hear you were greeted with Adriana's upstanding hospitality last night"

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana frowns when Snyde feels the need to take another jab at her lack of intrapersonal skills. She pours herself another shot.

Alice Newcomb: Keith> "Thanks."

Christian Gallagher: He nods to the three of them, smiling amicably enough. Snyde's comment draws a slight wince...apparently, the fact that he's forgiven Adriana didn't mean it was a joking matter. Some things hurt. Still, it's a short reaction, the smile faltering only for a minute before it returns, friendly. "Nice to meet you all." He takes a seat in an open chair, leaning back.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes her shot quietly and keeps her eyes to the table. Terrible things happen when she opens her mouth. She's learning. Slowly but surely.

Snyde: *He smiles at the man before picking the shot glass up again and downing it* "So whats there to know about you Christian?"

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "You'll learn. I'll help." Smirks, downing the fourth shot. Christian: "Good to meet you. Saw you at the Limelight, you were dancing with Emma."

Alice Newcomb: Looks around to see if there are any good looking men in the bar. Sighs. They all look like old perves, alcoholics and losers.

Christian Gallagher: "Well...let's see." He shrugs a little bit, taking a drink of the beer he has. "Born and raised here in New York...Staten Island, specifically. I spin records at various clubs around town, as DJ Halcyon." ((And for those who didn't see it when he was playtesting last night 'cause of no putting things like that up, he has Fame 1 for being a DJ.))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana pours herself another shot, shifting nervously in her chair. She takes it down quickly and sets it back in its place next to the bottle.

Snyde: *Snyde smiles a bit at that* "Alright well its nice to meet you buddy" *he says as he sets the shots up again*

Christian Gallagher: "Nice to meet you, too....." There's an inquiring tone at the end of that, curious. The man hasn't given his name yet.

Alice Newcomb: Smirks at Keith. "I'll manage on my own, thanks."

Snyde: *He shakes his head* "Ahh where the hell did I leave my manners" *he says as he reaches his hand out towards the man* "Snyde"

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "We shall see. I think it's my duty as older brother to scare away all your men friends."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana pushes herself up to a swaying stance. "I.. should retire for the evening. I needn't miss another day at the lab due to an overexurtion of needless recreation. I'm terribly behind."

Christian Gallagher: "Emma." He blinks, and nods. "Oh, yeah. Nice girl. Not a bad dancer, either."

Keith Newcomb: "Nice girl." He laughs. "Well, she had some serious gams and a nice caboose, but I don't know if I'd call her a nice girl."

Christian Gallagher: "Nice to meet you, Snyde." He reaches over and shakes his hand, then looks over at Adriana. "You gonna be okay getting somewhere?" Yes, despite last night, he's still worried about that. She's swaying.

Snyde: *Snyde smiles at them as he pounds the 4th shot* "Well I guess ill be going as well but it was nice to meet all of you and ill catch you later Alice" *he says with a grin*

Alice Newcomb: "If I had any for you to scare away."

Snyde: ((5th not 4th))

Alice Newcomb: "See ya Snyde. You ready to go, Keith?"

Adriana Carmichael: She looks to Snyde and pulls away from the table. "You can stay if you like, dear. I can catch a cab back to the house."

Keith Newcomb: Nods to Snyde, downing his own shot. "Later." Alice: "Yeah, we should check on your present."

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny nod to Christain, with a downward glance. "I'm fine, dear. Don't worry about me."

Christian Gallagher: He looks at Keith and shrugs. "I didn't honestly notice. She just seemed lonely, and I'm always up for a dance."

Snyde: "Ehh I should probably leave before makeing to huge of an ass out myself so ill just catch a ride back with you" *he says with a smile to her a bit apologetic*

Christian Gallagher: "All right..." He nods a little to the doctor. "Be safe."

Alice Newcomb: Keith> "A bunny?" Rising from her seat. "Nice meeting you Christian."

Keith Newcomb: Christian: He looks to him, an appraising look as he checks him out, or maybe he's just looking at him without any ulterior motives. "Yeah, she tried to get me to take her home with me." He shrugs. "I had to pass."

Adriana Carmichael: She nods and moves toward Snyde. "Very well, then. Let's get you home." She gives everyone at the table a subtle nod and a protocol smile. "It was lovely drinking with the lot of you. Enjoy the remainder of your evening. Take care of yourselves." she flashes christain a look of motherly concern before nearly falling off banance. She catches herself on Snyde's arm.

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "Stop guessing."

Snyde: *Snyde seems a bit wobbely himself but manages to figer out a nice equilibrium between him and Adriana* "Later" *he says before begining to move towards the door*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana moves clumsily along with the man. Feeling entirely comfortable being close to him.

Alice Newcomb: "Good night Adriana."

Alice Newcomb: K> "If you told me I wouldn't have to guess."

Christian Gallagher: "Awww." He looks at Keith and chuckles a bit, before shrugging. "Well, if she's looking for something...she'll find it, I'm sure." A very faint smile, and he shrugs. Adriana's look is noted as well, and he nods to her. "You too. Goodbye, all."

Adriana Carmichael: (thanks guys. early day tomorrow. *hugs*)

Keith Newcomb: "Maybe," he says to Christian, "but it don't always work that way." He stands, steadying himself with the table.

Keith Newcomb: ((Night, all))

Christian Gallagher: ((Thanks for the scene, all. *Hugs*))

Snyde: *He gives her a pat on the back as if proud of her for somthing before moveing on out the door*

Snyde: ((Goodnight everyone and thanks for the scene))

Keith Newcomb: And he goes home with Alice.

Christian Gallagher: He watches everyone leave, sighing a little. His watch beeps, and he looks at it tiredly before pulling out a prescription bottle, taking a couple pills and popping them into his mouth, washing them down with his beer. Alone again...not that he minds terribly much. He's used to it.

Alice Newcomb: ((Night everyone!))

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((I'd bring in someone for him *S* but not sure who you would want.))

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((Merc is busy, Brent is upstate, Keith is leaving. *S* I have Jez, Chantelle, Juliana, Joey, and Corbin. And Corbin can't come in here. *S*))

Christian Gallagher -> Keith Newcomb: ((*G* S'all good. If you wanna bring someone in, feel free...Christian can get along with almost anyone. If not, that makes a good end to the scene. Either way is cool with me.))

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((Oh yes, and Terrence but he's insane.))

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((Well, I'm nearly ready for bed and I have Brent in a storyline scene so *sigh* I think I'll have to end there. I'll meet up with Christian another time. Night!))

Christian Gallagher -> Keith Newcomb: ((That's cool, hon. *Hugs* Night!))