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Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.

His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.

And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.

Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.

[[Post is as open as open can be! Door is closed but unlocked.]]

Date: 2011-09-23 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
"Which commercial?"

Wary Quinn was wary.

Date: 2011-09-23 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
"She did a whole campaign ad about Wesley being good with guns?" Quinn had missed it. So sad. "Wow. I think I'm glad she wasn't on my side."

Wesley had many commendable characteristics, as far as Quinn was concerned, but shooting things? Not why he should be on the council.

Date: 2011-09-23 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
"He usually says dorky things," Quinn cheerfully slandered. "It's just a weird choice of topic for a student council ad. Probably lost him some votes."

"So I should thank you for it."

Date: 2011-09-23 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
"I'll survive." Quinn sounded so broken up, really. "Drink some water and try not to drunk dial me again."

Date: 2011-09-23 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
"I know, my sinister womanly wiles are hard to resist."

See, the problem was that Quinn was going to interpret the whole thing -- especially if it was repeated -- as proof Topher had a crush.

Date: 2011-09-23 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
Well, now Quinn had gotten her laugh for the day. She was grinning as she put her phone away.

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