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Cyn ran along when she started getting violent flashes of Nicole and Geoffrey together, having sex. Then of Nicole being left behind by a car. Nicole crying and yelling. Of Nicole and Tucker talking. Then Nicole getting shot. Cyn had a searing pain in her hip then her heart. She fell over on the side of the road. She lay there and blacked out.

"Ma'am? Ma'am!" Her eyes fluttered open. There was a man hovering above her. He had brown hair, hazel eyes and light brown complexion. He looked about her age or slightly older. "Are you okay?"

"Just a little dizzy." He held out a hand to help her up.

"Do you need a ride to your house? I was driving along when I saw you on the opposite side of the road passed out."

"You don't have to give me a ride." She swayed a bit on her feet.

"No, I think I should." He threw one of her arms over his shoulder and helped her to his truck. "Which way?"

"Mmmmm, keep going the way you are. It's a hotel." She pressed her head against the head rest.

"You obviously aren't from around here."

"The fact that I'm in a hotel?"

"No, the fact that you have an accent."

"Oh yeah, I always forget I have it. No I'm not. I'm just coasting through with-friends."

"And you're out running by yourself?"

"Well, they didn't want to exercise with a girl." She sat back. "I am so tired."

"Well go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get to the hotel."

"No!" He looked confused. "I mean, I couldn't. I'm probably getting on your nerves."

"No, not really. By the way, I'm Damien."

"I'm-B-Cyn."

"Well, B-Cyn. It's nice to meet you." They pulled into the parking lot. "Where am I going?"

"Um, look for an old black Chevy-Impala I think." He dove all over.

"Um, there's not one here."

"Oh! I remember the number now. 112." He pulled up.

"You don't need help getting in do you?"

"No."

"Do you need my number?"

"I could use it." He rattled off the numbers and she put it in her phone. "Thanks Damien. See you later." She shut the door and walked up the stairs. She saw a note on the door that said 'Gone Drinkin'. Dean had obviously written it. She weighed her options 'Go out with total hottie and have fun or stay here and watch Golden Girls on Lifetime? Hottie, Golden Girls?' She turned and saw that Damien was still sitting there. She ran back to his car. "We should go have fun. But you should let me change my clothes."

"Um, sure."

"Unless you have something to do?"

"No, not at all."

"How about you come in and wait for me."

"Okay. Sure." She led him upstairs and into the room. She went straight to the bathroom. "So, tell me about yourself, Cyn."

"Well, I have led an interesting life. And I am on the move a lot." She threw a sports bra she was wearing out of the bathroom. "I have a strange line of-passion." He heard water start up.

"And you said you're here with friends?"

"Yes."

"And they move around with you?"

"Yeah. It's how we met. They're crazy."

"And they're the ones that are 'Gone Drinkin'?"

"Yeah. Dean is sure into drinking."

"Dean?"

"Yeah," She stuck her head out to look at him; she had a tooth brush sticking out of her mouth. "He's one of my friends. Along with Sam. Tell me about you Damien." She spit out toothpaste in the sink.

"Well, I have an interesting job. And everytime I tell a girl this she thinks I'm gay. I make jewelry. With my brother Brad."

"I don't think you're gay." She stepped out in jeans and a red and black polka-dot bustier.

"If I was, I'm not anymore."

She laughed. "You make jewelry…?"

"Oh, and I have a loft and at nights I am a bartender."

"Oh?" She grabbed her black leather jacket off the chair. She slipped on some black pumps.

"Yeah. I work two jobs to pay for my Mom's care. She has Alzheimer's but I can't do it so I hired a woman I grew up with, Chris." They stepped out of the room. They got in the car and started down the street.

"That's so sad."

"Well Mom has moderate Alzheimer's so in essence she's a bit lucky."

"Where's a place that's open right now where I can dance and we can have a drink?"

"Are you even old enough?"

"I can be."

"How old are you actually?"

"Nineteen."

"We'll go to Sanchez's. They get really awesome performances." He pulled into a parking lot.

"Okay."

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