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Forehead, not Forward,

I type weird bcz I nvr passsd my computer class. so excus eroerrs :3

But I did remember that the longest word you can spell with the top letters is "typewriter".

There. You may have learned something today. If you did not, you should go learn something.

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"You're slow, like most men, but you'll catch up soon and realize you love me as much as I love you."

The night was coming to an end. Maybe the sun had already come up. I could tell this because of how many vampires had already retired to their coffins or passed out before they could do so. There were only a few of them still wrestling or drinking, they seemed close to their limit. Stumbling around.

I was alright, having only had blood or water. The only reason I was still up was because I was amused with the show that no amount of money could buy.

Mr. Crepsley was one of the ones still hanging on. I had never seen him like this before and wasn't about to miss it. To my surprise, he was holding an impressive winning streak.

By this time I was sitting alone in the pews of the Hall of Games, where at this point, I was pretty much invisible to everyone. I watched as Mr. Crepsley flipped and then pinned his opponent. They laughed together as he helped him to his feet.

"Let... lemme try that... hey lemme trrrry thatagain!" The other vampire slurred.

"No... You-eer... you er too drunk tofight me." My mentor slurred back to him. (Now you see why this is funny?)

"I doncare."

"Me neither but I... IIIIIII am tireduh winnin'."

They laughed together as they joined the other few drinking from the barrels of ale. I continued to observe from across the room as they sang, drank, and tried to tell stories of times before I was even born. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying from where I was, there was a slight echo that distorted the sound for me, but I was content with just watching.

One by one they left until only three remained.

While one of the other two continued his drunken ramblings, Mr. Crepsley glanced up and saw me. I could see that he hadn't realized I was there. He grinned before turning back to the vampire.

I leaned back against my seat and stretched my legs over the one below me. I closed my eyes and listened to their voices to make out what was being said. After a while I could make out a few words, but not enough to form proper sentences.

Another few minutes and someone else left. A few more and my mind started to wonder. I was thinking about the possible Trials to come. They could be anything. Really. I have know way of knowing, short of actually asking someone. I am going to need these few days to recover. I should be resting now. Not staying up late. I have nothing to prove by doing this. I should go to bed. Yeah. It's definitely time.

That's when I realized I was surrounded by silence. Save for the sound of footsteps slightly stumbling toward me.

I opened one eye and discovered it was only Crepsely. Not like it would have been anyone else. I sat up as he got closer.

"Not schleeping...were you?" He asked with a laugh. Leaning on the seat where my feet had been.

"No, I was thinking, really hard with my eyes closed." I gave him a crooked smile.

"You... you uh... smartalek." He grinned back. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Are you ready to crash?" I asked.

"...mmm...huh?"

"Are you ready to go to sleep?" I asked slowly.

"It izzzz about thattime. You were allbyyour... self over here. Being so quiet. Why?" He squinted up at me.

"I wanted to see this night to the end."

He climbed higher, leaning his hands on the seats on either side of me. "Thatduzznawt... answer my qweshchun."

Personal bubble popped. But I knew drunk people had problems with proximity.

"I mean, I wanted to be the last one to go to sleep. To see this night to the end." I said, inching away from him.

"You 'n' your... you 'n' your lil' quirks." He smiled, and I could smell the alcohol thick in his breath.

"What quirks?" I asked.

"Well not... not quirks like quirks but more like those little things..." He held up his right hand, two fingers barely appart. "...Little littlelittlelittle things you do."

"Uh huh."

Instead of placing his hand back, opposite of the other one, it came to rest above my knee.

"When I firss metchew..." He paused to scratch his scar... while maneuvering his hips between my knees.

"Mister Crepsely." I gasped as his left hand found its way to my waist. Fingers reaching all the way to my spine.

He didn't make any further movements after that. I decided I might be able to talk him out of trying anything stupid. I just needed to get his attention.

"L-Larten?" I tried.

"Maalorrra..." He breathed as he pulled me closer to him, and then pressed his lips to mine.

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