[Dave closes his eyes hard behind his shades. Among the syrup and lemonade are splashes of sickening neon pink. It would look like paint, if the way it's drying weren't so... blood-like.]
A-fuckin'-men to that. Cheers.
[Blindly, he reaches for Jane's elbow, and only opens his eyes briefly when his hand doesn't immediately connect. There, the solidity of contact, even in their dreams.]
Come on. Let's get out of here. Nothing good's gonna happen in this place.
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A-fuckin'-men to that. Cheers.
[Blindly, he reaches for Jane's elbow, and only opens his eyes briefly when his hand doesn't immediately connect. There, the solidity of contact, even in their dreams.]
Come on. Let's get out of here. Nothing good's gonna happen in this place.