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*stumbles in and plops next to her, drunk and stinking of Jack Daniels and cigarettes*

Hey sweetness.

*Doesn't even notice because she smells much the same way*

Did I call you? *Looks down at her cellphone that is open to his number but not dialed*

No you didn't. I just couldn't stop thinking about you and well you know all of our shit lately.

*lits a cig and offers her one*

Should I go?

Oh. *takes offered cigarette then reaches down to stop Goose from chewing on a butt. If she was going to make a habit of this, she'd need to invest in a real ashtray and not recycled dead soldiers*

*glances at him* Do you want to go?

*Flea comes over and rests his head on Lauren's knee. He looks lonely and has ash on his head*

*shrug*

Not really. Only if you want me to go.

*Pats her lap for him to jump up then brushes the ash out of his hair*

Then stay.

*The dog curls up on her lap, he's getting big, soon he won't be able to fit*

I would like that.

*Idly scratches his head then scoots closer and curls up against Andy*

*puts his arms around her and cuddles close*

I'm sorry I hurt you with my jealousy and anger.

*Sighs* I don't want to make you jealous or angry. I thought that I was within the lines. I... I told you that I suck at this stuff. I'd like to think I'm a pretty easy going person but I hate being in trouble for stuff that I didn't know was wrong. That's why I ask. You can't assume I know this stuff. I didn't have a mom and almost all my friends are guys. Big stupid goon-like Baltimore cops who have absolutely no issues with telling me no.

*pulls back and looks at him* I've done everything that I've ever told you that I would do. I said that I loved you and shared my soul with you proving it. I just don't understand why you can't trust me. I feel like I deserve that trust. I think I've earned it.

I'm a guy. *shakes head* I just want you to have utterly everything you want, not just what you need. I guess most of the time that's good and possible but I need to know where my lines are and tell you so this doesn't happen. I should have been open and direct. I'm sorry I made you guess my expectations.

*looks at her* I trust you implicitly.

A completely different kind of guy obviously. Maybe it's a cultural difference or something. The guys I grew up with didn't get big into emotional stuff. Not to say they didn't have their dumb cryptic moments but if they did it, they expected to get hazed. We teased each other mercilessly. The most they read was car maintenance manuals or the morning paper on the john. Most disputes started with violence and ended in video games and lasted 5 minutes at the most. And if you asked any of them if they could turn their girlfriends into an experimental bisexual they probably would have kissed you. So I don't understand this. I'm trying. I'm really trying.

You don't act like it.

I don't know. I don't think it's a cultural thing. Many American men are authors or like to read. I'm sorry. I can try to be like that if you want. I didn't know I was so unusual to you. I mean we play video games all the time. We tease each other all the time don't we? I read the paper on the toliet all the time. We feed each other straight jack and burn things. We went to a football game. *slumps* I didn't say I wasn't happy with you being a bisexual. I'm a bisexual. *slumps a little more*

How should I change my actions then?

Or really really late depending on how you look at it. You want? *holds out her bottle of Jack*

The boys are still asleep, it must be early. Whiskey isn't really my taste, but thank you.

*shrugs and takes another drink*

So are you a dad or something?

Sometimes it feels like I may as well be.

No, though.

So what boys are you talking about?

I manage a band. Dethklok. Those are the boys.

*Grins!* NO WAY!! I LOVE THEM! Nathan Explosion is fucking awesome!

Most people do. They're quite popular.

He's a good front man.

He's a good back man too. *giggles to herself and drinks a little more*

How much have you had, ma'am?

What? Total? Um... *looks around at all the dead soldiers* I have no idea. I started last night.