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10/19/2015 3:12:19 AM
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He steps towards the bar, checking his own phone. He didn't know why, like his brother would call him after what happened. Dean opens the bar door and open for her, since she was about ten feet away from the door.
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[b]She follows him there, not knowing what the next hour had in store for her Greatest idea ever, first day, get drunk, and get plowed....[/b]
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] [spoiler]PM land or imply time?[/spoiler] He closes the door behind them.
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[spoiler]Imply time You, need to get to sleep Unless you really want to PM[/spoiler]
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Dean wakes up the next morning, looking over at her. It was early, 4 am to be exact, she was still asleep. He thought to himself. [i]Should I leave quietly? Should I stay for a while? Wait, this is my room. God, I'm stupid.[/i] He shakes his head, chuckling a little.
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[spoiler]Fine.....I'll go to bed......in a few minutes. Imma hang out in chat.[/spoiler]
