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A shower erases only so much, but it leaves me feeling more human. I mix a Bloody Mary and lounge on my couch.
The pounding in my head is somewhat dulled when I dial Peter's number. A brief exchange of greetings and then I say, "Hey, sorry I ditched you last night. I…"
I trail off, unwilling to continue.
He laughs. "Yeah, we know. Charlotte saw you going upstairs."
I have no answer. The memories of upstairs are too fresh, too raw to explore.
"Cullen? What were you thinking, Jazz?"
"You know him?"
"You don't?"
"No… I guess I don't."
A/N: Two things I keep forgetting to mention –
First, I did a guest rec on TwiSlash Unveiled this week! If you get a chance, check it out – and then go read IngenueFic's work and leave her some love :) The rec is at http:/twislash(dot)blogspot(dot)com/2010/07/slash-guest-author-rec-sorceresscirce(dot)html
Second, I'm helping run the Plot Bunny Contest going on right now. You can submit plot bunnies as often as you want and request a couple to write. Entries are starting to come in, and we'd love to have yours! Visit http:/plotbunnycontest(dot)blogspot(dot)com/ for more information.
