Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for. Drumroll, please! *half-assed drumroll from whichever band member is least faint of hunger.* Thanks.
George stops running at Jayne's shout, catching her balance on the wall. "I d-don't w-wanna talk about it." she says without looking at him. She's drunk, but not too drunnk to be terribly embarrassed by her own tears. "Go dance with Bagoas or something."
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