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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

I think Hyde's here because he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He's at the bar, in his favorite Led Zep shirt, looking kinda on the passed out side, with his cheek smushed up against the wood.

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"I can't die of alcohol poisoning - I already had a tolerance in the womb."

Hyde grins and reaches for the little glass. Or is it a bottle? Whichever it is.

[balletrat]

Well, then, *Meg points out,* since who knows when the next time someone will be around to get you some is, you ought to save all that for a rainy day. As for me, I ought to go upstairs. Night, Hyde.

*She turns to go, leaving the absinthe and turtle blankie behind.*

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Night, Meg," he mutters after her.

And is surprised at how long the embarassment stays after her departure.