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Andrew was in the bar again. This wasn't a surprise, seeing as how he was Bound now, much to his chagrin. He sat alone at the Bar with a half-finished glass of orange juice and a Walkman CD player in front of him. Inside the Walkman was Oh, Inverted World by The Shins. He had the earbuds in, and might have wiped a tear from his eye. Maybe he just had some dirt in there.

Yeah, the pity party's still on. Someone smack him, but not too hard.

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Yup.

*Tim raises his fingers*

Pirate theme. I'm dragging you along for a jumpstrat. Can ye dress yerself from the bar, or shall i provide?

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"Pirate?" Andrew was wondering why karaoke alone wasn't torture enough. He opened his mouth to refuse, but could see rather clearly that Tim's mind was made up.

"Okay, but I'm not singing 'Baby Got Back.'" He paused, and looked at the Bar. "Uh... I don't know. Should I worry about what you'll give me to wear?"

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*Tim waggles his eyebrows.*

I have grass skirts and coconut bras on the mind.

*Tim waves a hand.*

It's okay, I've already done that one. Alot.

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Andrew turned immediately to the Bar. "May I have something pirate-y to wear, please? Parrot optional." A white, flouncy shirt, leather trousers and a stuffed parrot appear. Andrew wonders what the hell he is thinking as he picks up the parrot and stares back at it's beady little eyes.

"When is this thing?" he asked, turning back to Tim, the parrot still in his hand.

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*Tim checks his clock.*

Tonight

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"Right, I caught that part." Andrew tossed the parrot aside and held up the shirt. It was open-front. Yeah, he was going to look like a total idiot. "Like, now? Or do you just enjoy dressing like a pirate so much you thought you'd wear that all day?"

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*Tim glances to the outside.*

Yup, now.

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"I don't suppose there's any way you're going to let me weasel out of this, is there?" That parrot was damned creepy.

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*Tim shakes his head.*

No way in hell Largeman. if you run, I've got a saber and a flying rug.

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"Yeah, I kinda figured I was doomed (http://www.livejournal.com/users/balletrat/15878.html?thread=488966#t488966). But it never hurts to try."

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*Tim is about to follow, but he sees his wife first. And falls off his board. And then floats hurriedly her way.*