[Badou stirs slightly in his sleep. The smell of booze and general ick reaching his thought processes first. Jesus fucking christ, did he stay out too late at a show again? Then he remembers he's in Mayfield. He cracks his one good eye open. He can't recall being on a bender recen-Wait. No.
oh.my.god.
There is a hideous naked man spooning him drunkenly. Naked man he knows could probably snap him like a twig. WHAT DO.]
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oh.my.god.
There is a hideous naked man spooning him drunkenly. Naked man he knows could probably snap him like a twig. WHAT DO.]