Eric tugged his arm away, shooting her a murderous glare. "Who do you think you are? The last person I need help from is you." She had stopped being amusing a while ago, and Eric just wanted to lose the dead weight at this point and find some actual entertainment.
Or what passed for it in this sorry place, anyway.
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Date: 2009-06-15 07:55 am (UTC)Or what passed for it in this sorry place, anyway.