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You've reached Terry Ward. I'm not here right now, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

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Finally done.

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pls hlp

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[Wow.]

So get a cab.

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cant find my wallet

well i can find a wallet

okay like three

but none of them are mine

1/2

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That must be enough cash to get home, I don't see the problem.

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Max says we have to come save you. What bar are you at?

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that one bar with that dj that always plays things that have minor chords all the time for no reason

u no the one with the guy

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so i maybe hit the guy and thats why im not in the bar nymore

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[He is literally dragging his hands down his face]

There's at least 5 bars like that.

Can you get a picture of the front or something. Or tell me what it's called? Or something helpful?

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ugh come on ter u no

[cleartranquil]

[ Yuffie then does actually send a picture. It's a bar called the lucky dog, probably most famous for the time Yuffie ducked out the bathroom window instead of staying for an interview. Also there's a particular sound guy that Yuffie isn't very fond of who often does setups and takedowns for various shows around the area and also works as a somewhat terrible bar tender on weekdays. Which explains who she hit.]

[cleartranquil]

that one

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Alright, stay put. I'm on my way.

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ur the best

also max tell max i love him or else ill hit u

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Tell him yourself

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is max coming 2

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Yeah. We're gonna bring you back to his place.

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yay

ill see u when i see u

[ Yuffie is going to continue pitifully sitting in front of the bar, with a bloody nose, basically sitting in the gutter. She looks very punk rock, in the worst way.]

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[A car shows up a little while later and out comes Terry, running on two hours' sleep and mild concern for Yuffie's wellbeing. He comes over and puts a hand on her head.]

You look like shit.

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'feel like shit.

[ She grins up at him, and there's a ton of blood in her teeth. ]

Ya came'n got me.

[ She makes as if to stand up, and immediately it's obvious how drunk she is, because standing does not work. ]

Ya know, the grounds movin. And I didn't even do anything!

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Of course I did.

[He would've even if Maxxie hadn't said they have to. Just with more protest.]

[Anyway, Terry leans over to get Yuffie's arms and pull her upright. If he has to pick her up there's gonna be so much complaining.]

Come on, trouble.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie was chatting withe the driver in the car but saw just how stumbly Yuffie is and is here to help! He grabs one of Yuffie's arms so that he and Terry can each take one.]

Havin' a good night?

[He knows what type of night she's having.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie lets Terry pull her up, only being a moderate annoyance until she notices Maxxie and then throws her weight to lean on Max, being the worst kind of obnoxious.]

I totally won, just'so's you know.

[This is said slurring, still grinning up a storm.]

Which means it's a good night!

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You got blood on your shirt and lost your wallet.

[Is Terry's opinion on this being a 'good night' as he leads the way back to the car.]

[notahobby]

[Yuffie's moving slowly so Maxxie's ready to catch her when she throws herself at him, and he manages to get her facing toward the car so he can lead her that way.]

We'll get your shirt in the wash at mine and the credit cards sorted in the morning, yeah? Let's go.

[Get in the car Yuffie.]

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But I have like...three other wallets.

[Yuffie says like this fixes things, and makes perfect sense, she allows them to drag her to the car, and, in fact, flops right on in when Maxxie directs her. Then she proceeds to pull those extra wallets out of her coat pockets.]

This one's even got a full punchcard for ice cream!