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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew starts to walk towards the steps, then staggers a bit, then pauses and puts Meg down and clutches at the small of his back.*

--ow ow ow owie.

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles heartlessly and lets go of his neck, slipping an arm around his back instead.*

Knew you couldn't keep that up long.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew staggers exaggeratedly and leans on Meg's shoulder.*

Oh, oh ow my back, oh agony agony, do you think you could help me upstairs?

[balletrat]

I don't know, *Meg says dubiously, steering him firmly towards the stairs,* I don't know if I can take your weight without collapsing all over the place.

[stilljustandrew]

You're always collapsing all over the place.

*He does lean a little less heavily, though.*

[balletrat]

*Meg aims a thwack at him with her free hand.*

Not always.

Okay, maybe twice in the past two days, but that was exceptional circumstances.

[stilljustandrew]

*They're halfway up the stairs by now.*

You mean they have non-exceptional circumstances here? I keep missing 'em.