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[orangetoughguy]

I'm doing a whole lot better since Saturday.

So much better I'm pretty willing to hear whatever you've got to say.

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[thenormalsquint]

Personally, I don't know, but I'm going to assume he's the one who bit you. Add that with Claire's very strong opinion on him and you might get your answer.

[orangetoughguy]

Claire don't seem to know the guy real well. You ain't the first person to sound not too surprised by it either. This happen often?

[He's trying to keep the good cop out of his voice.]

[thenormalsquint]

Him biting people? No, I didn't even know he was a vampire. I just know she called him an ass or a jerk a couple times before. To be honest, I'll have to call him that too for going around biting people.

[orangetoughguy]

I see. I ain't sayin' you oughta wear a neckshield around the guy or anything.

[thenormalsquint]

You know what? I'll feel better if I did. That and avoid the bar for as long as possible.

On second thought, maybe I'll just stay home. They can't come in unless I say they can.

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[orangetoughguy]

The bar ain't a bad place.

[orangetoughguy]

You know that's only in the movies, right?

[thenormalsquint]

No, actually, it's true. Angel couldn't come in until I invited him in. Same went for Eric.

[But Angela doesn't say that a) Sookie was the one who let Eric in and b) that once they're invited, the place is all theirs to intrude on.]

[orangetoughguy]

But you done with usin' deadbolts or anything right?

[thenormalsquint]

I will never be done with using deadbolts.

[orangetoughguy]

Just checking. After vampire bites and shit I don't know what coming out of the fridge it don't seem like a bad idea.

[thenormalsquint]

And things with weird noses.

[In fact, she just might invest in a personal bodyguard, a solid steel door, a high pitched alarm, and a second dog who likes to eat raw meat seasoned with gunpowder. Only but the best.]

[orangetoughguy]

Weird noses?

[thenormalsquint]

Look up star-nosed moles.

[orangetoughguy]

Oh yeah, you know I thought that was genetically impossible.

[thenormalsquint]

Ha ha. Shut up.

[orangetoughguy]

I mean physically I ain't gonna deny that but really what kind of science fiction B-movie magic maker came up with that?

[thenormalsquint]

They're called the deities. I'm sure it tickled them to have me vacuum mole shit out of my carpet.

[orangetoughguy]

So who's the father?

[thenormalsquint]

Supposedly this guy named Wilson who I never have and never will sleep with.

[Not for lack of trying, but let's not discuss that.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Sorry Angela....he's just curious.]

Why? Never met the guy til now?

[thenormalsquint]

No. I've known Wilson for a while. He's a good friend of mine.

[Yeah, her supplying what a twisted web anything between her and Wilson will weave is not going to be easy.]

[orangetoughguy]

Ah, I get it. [No you don't, Freddy.] Hey no harm no foul, unless he doesn't like animals.

[thenormalsquint]

I think he's more of a puppy, baby duck, teddy bear kinda guy instead of a freaky rat thing guy.

Anyway, how are you holding up? Need anything? Gauze, iodine, garlic?

[orangetoughguy]

Moles aren't really freaky rats. If you want to see a freaky rat you gotta go down to Tijuana.

I'm gonna be okay, Angela. I'm clean, that's way better than any Demerol.