video. un: p.parker | the morning of september 20th (aka an epilogue to bad choices)

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[There's a muffled and pained groan, one of a boy who has made terrible mistakes and is suffering horribly for it.

... And also a clear sound of someone sliding out of a bed and thumping on the floor — blankets and all, legs barely hanging onto the lip of the mattress.]


I am so, so sorry.

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[madeupnames]

So... let me get this straight — if someone stabs me with a knife, the best treatment is to let them stab me a few more times? Is that what I'm gathering here?

[What a lil' sassy shit.]

[bardish]

Eeexactly.

[ SEE, YOU GOT A GOOD HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, PETE. For the most part.

A n y w a y, changing the subject: ]

So, you remember how to play like Brian May?

[ Since you were SUPER (DRUNK) CONFIDENT about your guitar skills the night before. ]

[madeupnames]

... Like who?

[This already doesn't bode well for his memory of the jam session.]

[bardish]

[ C H I L D. Jeff groans. ]

Brian May-- he's the guitarist for Queen!

[madeupnames]

O-oh, right! Right, no I remember! We did guitar stuff.

... Yeah.

[He remembers doing guitar stuff; really, it's all we can hope for.]

[bardish]

That's right, guitar stuff!

You totally don't remember any of it, do you.

[ The specifics, he means. BEYOND VAGUE STUFF. ]

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[...........................]

I wouldn't say any... but maybe... um, I might've lost bits and pieces...

[cough]