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Mike woke up feeling like he'd been run over by a truck. A truck carrying cargo made up exclusively of pumpkin spice. This was not unexpected - in fact, he could kinda remember telling Kitty getting absolutely fucking hammered on the free shots had been the whole plan of the evening. This part included.
Still, it was kind of a different thing to talk about and to actually be here in his bed (and boy was he glad he'd at least made it to bed) and suffering. He winced as he reached for his phone. It was time for some emergency takeaway junk.
Except apparently the girl who used to work at Mooby's and who'd had a crush on him and who'd been able to fix up home deliveries for him (and Tamsin, back in the day)... no longer worked at Mooby's. So that was a bust.
With a sigh, he let the phone drop against his chest while stared at the ceiling for a moment, crestfallen. Then he picked it back up. Okay, time to beg Brooke for help.
Hey babe
Can you bring me Moobys?
[ooc: Open post!]
Still, it was kind of a different thing to talk about and to actually be here in his bed (and boy was he glad he'd at least made it to bed) and suffering. He winced as he reached for his phone. It was time for some emergency takeaway junk.
Except apparently the girl who used to work at Mooby's and who'd had a crush on him and who'd been able to fix up home deliveries for him (and Tamsin, back in the day)... no longer worked at Mooby's. So that was a bust.
With a sigh, he let the phone drop against his chest while stared at the ceiling for a moment, crestfallen. Then he picked it back up. Okay, time to beg Brooke for help.
Hey babe
Can you bring me Moobys?
[ooc: Open post!]
