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[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

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[STOPS IT, rolling her eyes as she listens to him crack up. Then, loudly, so he can hear her:]

ARE YOU DONE YET?

[he's slapping his knee, Claire. And still laughing] OH MY AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAA GODGOD OW AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

KYLE. SERIOUSLY. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY.

[there's like a minute pause of silence after the laughter dies down. And then a flush... 'cuz Kyle just peed.

Anyway, he comes back to the journal, taking a seat, sighing.] Ohman. That was the best.

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

My house is nicer than yours.

Yeah, but you're a teeny bopper princess pop star. And I'm a badass bartender.

I could buy you and your dingy little bar.

What? This? You can't have this, Claire. It's priceless. This is priceless. [is like running his hands over his chest as he says 'this']

You can have the bar. I'd love to see you perform on stage there, too. [wait... that sounds creepy since it's a strip club. OH WELL SHE KNOWS WHAT HE MEANS]

Are you running your hands over your chest? [CAN GUESS]

Sorry. I'm booked all week. I have to memorize a set list and shoot a music video.

No...

... A music video?

Liar.

For some stupid song called "Wake Up Call." I haven't found a CD with it on it, yet.

I wasn't!!

Can I be in the video?

You were too! I could hear it.

No. You're too badass, remember?

What?! How could you hear that?

Pleeeaase? I'll be an extra. Just that random guy in the corner. I just want the free doughnuts and coffee, to be honest.

Because it happened. So I heard it.

Okay, you don't want to move in with someone, yet you'll mooch food and coffee.

... I wasn't rubbing my chest.

What? No, I'll be working for it.

How did you end up in that river when we're in LA?

Oh. Oh. Standing there and looking pretty is so hard.

Oh a denial joke. That one was so vague that it could have went right over my head.

It is! I want that coffee and doughnuts!

You should bleach your hair. Give people a clear warning.

I'll see what I can do.

Maybe.

I knew you would.

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