I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down
On a bed of roses
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He was glad that Angelina gave up the dishes. "You're welcome." He said simply, moving into her spot to work at the task. He was grateful for the reprieve...though he was happy to see the crew, the meeting had been strenuous. And though he'd never admit it, it hurt to see all of the couples so happy. It wasn't that he wasn't glad for them, for he was...he just wished he and Angelina could find that path.
He figured he'd have to drive Freb and Shania back...Freb had been drinking the most of all the men, for good reason. It didn't take much tequila to make a man unfit to drive. He hoped it wouldn't be too dramatic of a ride--with any luck, Shania would pass out. Then he'd see about Freb letting him use his vehicle for the night...he hadn't had the chance to get to the Apartments to sign a lease today, and was sure the office would be closed.
He finished the last of the dishes, putting them away before leaning next to Angelina. "Sway has your car. I'm going to have to drive Freb and his she-devil...do you want a ride? Otherwise, I'm sure Toby and Laurie'd give you one." He figured he'd offer,k though he was sure that the idea of riding in a car with drunken Shania wouldn't sound appealing. Odds were, she would probably puke at least once on the drive. The woman had been tipping that bottle back like it had been gong out of style.
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