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[youngtimer]

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[youngtimer]

You see that? "Dear".

[his nostrils flare a little and he rounds on her.]

You know what? I think you get your own room, now, Dolores.

[he picks her up and whirls toward the back of the room, opening the neglected linen closet and dumping her unceremoniously inside on the pile of sheets and towels.]

Got all the amenities.

[and with that, he's going to make himself a pitcher of margaritas. or two. or three. anything to drown both her and the prospect of an impending ... dare he even - no. he won't even THINK the word 'date'. fuck that. it's intel. that's all it is. ever. forever. there's no chance of that for him, not ever, not now, not before, not anymore. and how dare that lump of molded vinyl and paint even think of teasing him with the hope of it?]

Jealous bitch.