.051 - you chase french whores long enough and this is what happens

[captain_jtkirk]

I think I'm lost.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I'm so mad I'm missing this.

[cisskabob]

You just want to make fun of me, but I'm not the one who got lost.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

No I want to drink with you and take pictures.

[cisskabob]

...Why do you want to take pictures, this is Paris not Mardi Gras. Louisiana. New Orleans, I mean.

But it would be better if you were here instead of an alley.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Ew, I would not take pictures of you like that.

Where are you then?

[cisskabob]

That's right, because of the thing we won't talk about. [HELLO MIRRORVERSE. MOVING ON.] But I think I'd pass out before I got drunk enough for that anyway.

...Um. ...In Paris. Wait! [Yeah. She totally has to check. And then LALALA INSERT NAME OF SOME CLASSY PARIS JOINT HERE.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Lol deal. And now he's worried about you.]

I honestly have no idea where that is.

[cisskabob]

That's because you don't know where you are. [BUT HAVE SOME HANDWAVY LANDMARKS.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

At least I'm not super drunk. [NOT VERY HELPFUL IN THE DARK. He'll totally try but just fail/get distracted by something else.]

[cisskabob]

I am not super drunk. And I'm not stupid enough to get super drunk in a strange city by myself. I might be slightly buzzed, but I think I'm allowed. Paris is the city of loooooove, right? And my loooooove life sucks.