Davery, Part 2

[american_tanuki]

[The scene: Some fuckin' party. The time: Past midnight, probably. The place: The couch. The Sara: Even more high than she usually gets at parties.]

Have you ever noticed that people only talk about how lame a party is when they're trying to impress someone? What are you even supposed to say if you wind up at a genuinely disappointing party? They're the only thing you can't complain about without sounding like you're flirting with someone.

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[counterclock]

Why did I ever trust you with a simple task, [wonders Avery, giving Sara a consoling pat to the head.]

[american_tanuki]

Bad pattern recognition? [Sara manages to extricate herself from on top of Avery, and sit against the side of the bed instead. Totally what she intended here.]