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Hey, looks like you found my blog! I'm Merryweather - but I prefer Merry, if you don't mind. I'm a pediatric nurse at St. Lillian's Hospital, but I'm not just a pushover like you might think. Trust me, there's more to me than meets the eye.

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//Deema is officially on hiatus until Friday.

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Merry: /settles in on the couch and is soon joined by Flynn, she watches him set the carafe on the table and then flop next to her. As the DVD menu pops up, she curls up next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist, resting her cup on his knee, trying to get as close to him as possible. Maybe she could just get by with the companionship, she didn't want to do anything stupid, but she couldn't get her body under control. It refused to calm down. As the movie started, she had to ask him something./ Okay, Flynn? /She tilted her head so she was looking up at him from where her head rested by his shoulder./ There is... one thing I want to talk to you about.

Flynn: /wasn't the least bit concerned with her closeness because a) this was fairly usual and b) she was on the fast track to snuggly mcdrunkpants ville already, he could tell. Well, okay, that may have been a slight lie. He was drinking too, after all, and even the most seasoned alcoholic heavyweight couldn't escape feelings brought about by the booze. But that didn't mean he couldn't keep it under control./ Shoot, little lady./ He responded, only half-paying attention, what with him trying to displace those random, annoying feelings with the scrolling yellow text/

Merry: /took another long drink from her mug before blurting out/ How would you feel about... arranging to be... /how did one even approach a subject like this with your best friend?/ ...friendswithbenefits? /she hastily went to take another drink only to find she'd drained it./

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Does anybody know what to do when your dog has… complications?

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What sort of complications? Medical ones? I’m a- was a nurse. Maybe I could help?

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Uh, it’s not medical. My dog has a boner and I have no idea how to deal with it.

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Oh. Well, I would suggest just leaving him alone. Just pretend it isn't there and it will go away on it's own.

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Does anybody know what to do when your dog has… complications?

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What sort of complications? Medical ones? I'm a- was a nurse. Maybe I could help?

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Flynn: Okay okay, excuse me for asking. Just looking out for my friend's feelings is all. /he new when to lay off, and if she decided she wanted to talk later he'd be all for that. Obviously drowning her emotions in alcohol was how she wanted to deal with things currently, and he wasn't going to rob her of that. He knew that place. Visited occasionally./ So, the lady requests some Star Wars? I'll give the lady some Star Wars. /goes to his vast movie collection and plucks out the first DVD, placing it gently in his game console. He disappears into the kitchen and quickly returns with the half-full blender caraffe, setting it on the coffee table before them./

Merry: /settles in on the couch and is soon joined by Flynn, she watches him set the carafe on the table and then flop next to her. As the DVD menu pops up, she curls up next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist, resting her cup on his knee, trying to get as close to him as possible. Maybe she could just get by with the companionship, she didn't want to do anything stupid, but she couldn't get her body under control. It refused to calm down. As the movie started, she had to ask him something./ Okay, Flynn? /She tilted her head so she was looking up at him from where her head rested by his shoulder./ There is... one thing I want to talk to you about.

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Merry: /does what he says and BAM a second later both of their mugs are so gosh darn good lookin', one a little TARDIS with an orange umbrella, the other a Millennium Falcon with pretty pink. She took a sip, relishing the sweet flavor./ That's a damn good pina colada, Mr. Rider. /She bumped her hip into his and gave him a wink. taking another drink. She knew he's made them strong, and to be honest, she wanted to lose herself tonight. Forget her worries and just have fun./ Mm- we should watch a movie. /Another drink./ Oh! We should make up a Star Wars drinking game! /She giggled and took another drink./

Flynn: /okay I'm gonna explain this look to you I don't exactly know what to call it but Flynn does it so often and the only thing I can liken it to is when the people on The Office look right into the camera after someone has just said something hilariously ridiculous and so yeah he does that after she calls him Mr. Rider but he lets it slide as they walk back to the couch./ We could. Except didn't you come over here because something was bothering you? I could have misinterpreted your texts, but you seemed pretty upset. Is there anything you want to talk about? /Flynn wasn't much for heart-to-hearts, but he was starting to get a little concerned about her behavior, like she was going to get white girl wasted and then he'd have to deal with her sobbing mess. Which he would. Because he was a good friend. But he would rather avoid that if at all possible./

Merry: /groaned, setting her mug down on the counter./ Flynn, I really don't want to talk about it... /She hoped that he'd be able to read into that and recognize that this was all about work and Oogie. She'd told him about Oogie's advances before, but they were getting worse with time and her body was starting to react to his lechery./ Just... please. /She wasn't going to cry or whine to him. No... what she really wanted at this point was to forget about work entirely./ If you want to make me feel better, just... get me roaring drunk and forgetful.

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Flynn: You say that now... /he warned, dumping what might as well have been a whole bottle of Malibu into an ice-filled blender without the slightest bat of an eyelash./ Tough Girl, go into that drawer over there and get the umbrellas. I've been saving them for just this sort of soiree. /he winked, blending everything into a perfect piña colada - on of the many islandy drinks he'd made a point of perfecting (if he couldn't own his own island, getting blind-wasted on the couch with a tropical beverage was quite possibly the next best thing) - pouring them each a coffee mug-full./

Merry: /does what he says and BAM a second later both of their mugs are so gosh darn good lookin', one a little TARDIS with an orange umbrella, the other a Millennium Falcon with pretty pink. She took a sip, relishing the sweet flavor./ That's a damn good pina colada, Mr. Rider. /She bumped her hip into his and gave him a wink. taking another drink. She knew he's made them strong, and to be honest, she wanted to lose herself tonight. Forget her worries and just have fun./ Mm- we should watch a movie. /Another drink./ Oh! We should make up a Star Wars drinking game! /She giggled and took another drink./

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Merry: /put her hand over her heart, feigning surprise./ Flynn, I thought you were a gentleman! You fraud! You sham! /she dramatically fainted onto the couch, laughing, and then took another drink. Of course, he had no idea how much she welcomed getting drunk right now./ You have anything else besides beer? /she waved her now empty bottle in the air./

Flynn: Dear me, you found me out. Damn. /He shrugged knowingly./ Don't you know the old saying? "Beer before liquor, never sicker"? I'd really love it if you weren't always out to ruin my couch, amiga. /he wiggled an eyebrow at her, as he does, and then sauntered to his fridge. / Lemme see now... I have a little leftover vino that I usually save for the ladiess~ /he joked, making more fun of himself than anything/ Or we can spice up the party with some of my very own blender-based bebidas. What's your feeling?

Merry: /jumps up off the couch at the mention of a blender./ Blended drinks? /She joined him in the kitchen./ Uh, yeah./ She looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious. / Don't worry about your precious couch, babe. I'M a tough girl, I can handle one beer before drinking. /she rolled her eyes and watched as he gathered up the necessary materials for le blending./

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Merry: /Swallowed what bit was in her mouth, and then suddenly the slice was snatched from her hand./ Hey! /she laughed, reaching for it and failing to grab it as he pulled it out of her reach. In retalliation, she stole his beer, darting away from him so he couldn't immediately swipe it back, and taking a long swig of it./ Mmm, refreeshing. /she teased, then walked back over to where he was, holding the beer lightly and swinging it back and forth in front of him./ My hostage for yours. /She bit her bottom lip, wondering what the hell she was doing. She was flirting really badly with Flynn, and she couldn't stop herself./

Flynn: Why I oughta... /he half-vaulted, half-fell over the back of his couch, grabby-handsing at Merry as if they were two kids in a playfight over who gets the last juicebox. Or something. Maybe a little more flirty than that, because Flynn is just inherently flirty, but you get the idea. Still, this wasn't phasing him. Although she was being sassier than normal, he wasn't picking up anything unusual from her. She had a long day, and it was stupendous to see her sort of cut lose from her usual mood. All the more reason to give her an extra hard time. That was his specialty after all./ Nope. /He stuffed the rest of the pizza crust in his mouth, defiantly, turning the tables./ You fell for it. I'm just trying to get you drunk, actually.

Merry: /put her hand over her heart, feigning surprise./ Flynn, I thought you were a gentleman! You fraud! You sham! /she dramatically fainted onto the couch, laughing, and then took another drink. Of course, he had no idea how much she welcomed getting drunk right now./ You have anything else besides beer? /she waved her now empty bottle in the air./

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Flynn: Don't mind if I do. /He grinned as he bit the pizza he was being offered, skillfully stealing it away from her instead of biting off a piece like he was supposed to. I mean, obviously Flynn wasn't going to do what he was supposed to do. Ever. Especially in regards to pizza. And okay, yeah, it was a little flirty probably, but I mean, his best friend was a hot babe, and harmless friendly flirting was just that: harmless. It meant absolutely nada. As far as he knew, anyway. He took a swig from his own beer, waiting for the rebuttal that was sure to come with a satisfied grin./

Merry: /Swallowed what bit was in her mouth, and then suddenly the slice was snatched from her hand./ Hey! /she laughed, reaching for it and failing to grab it as he pulled it out of her reach. In retalliation, she stole his beer, darting away from him so he couldn't immediately swipe it back, and taking a long swig of it./ Mmm, refreeshing. /she teased, then walked back over to where he was, holding the beer lightly and swinging it back and forth in front of him./ My hostage for yours. /She bit her bottom lip, wondering what the hell she was doing. She was flirting really badly with Flynn, and she couldn't stop herself./

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Flynn: /Had spent the good part of his day either napping or playing videogames, as per usual, as there was nothing really of import going on in his life lately. To be frank, it was a little boring. There was only so much Netflix you could watch before you have to make the decision to either start marathoning My Little Pony or offing yourself, and Flynn wasn't about to go and sign up for his official Brony card. Really, the only thing that kept him sane lately were the frequent visits Merry made; although he never let her know that. Sure, he considered them best bros, but that didn't mean he was going to go and get all sappy with her. For all she knew, he worked just enough, had friends and girls over just enough, y'know, bachelor living. And anyway, it's not like that wasn't sort of true. Half true. Maybe./ On multiple occasions. Yet it never gets old. Now are you gonna share? /he smirked from the couch./

Merry: Mmmh. /Walks over and points the slice at his mouth, the same piece she was eating off of as she chewed on the bite she'd taken. It was funny how comfortable the two had gotten with each other, that they shared food, drinks, and just were so at ease./ Ophen ub. /mouth full speak. Oh yeah, she wasn't even afraid of full mouth talking. But she was still in an odd mood after the damn shift at work, and in fact, having come straight from there, she only just realized she was still in her modified short short skirt uniform. But what bugged her more than that was that she still had lingering... things going on, and as she watched Flynn take a bite, it stirred something in her which ought not be stirred./

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party time || Merry&Flynn

Merry: /After a long shift at work and enduring many leers and advances from Oogie, Merry wanted nothing more than to just get her mind off of things. Like how gross Oogie was, or how utterly wrong it was that she felt sexually attracted to such a creep... So hanging out with her best friend Flynn offered the best way to do that. Thank the lord that he was up and willing to have her. OVER. Have her...over. She walked right on in, as had come to be their way, and she immediately grabbed a slice of pizza and a cold beer from his fridge. / Have I ever mentioned how awesome you are? /drinks and eats pizza/

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text@flynn

Merry: FLYNN YOU UP?

Flynn: No need to shout, Indy, I'm wide awake. What's the haps?

Merry: Can I come over?

Flynn: Sure thing. Door's open, there's some leftover pizza in the fridge. Can you say impromptu party?

Merry: Thanks. Be there in a few. A party would be awesome.

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text@flynn

Merry: FLYNN YOU UP?

Flynn: No need to shout, Indy, I'm wide awake. What's the haps?

Merry: Can I come over?

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text@flynn

Merry: FLYNN YOU UP?

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