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"Don't give up, dude." John nods once. "Don't stop trying with her."

"I won't," Cameron assures him, even if he's not sure how he's supposed to do it.

"Pretend your insane," John suggests. "She laughs at me when I do that."

Cameron snorts. "She thinks the entire human race is insane. That should be a given."

Pip leans over Cam's shoulder holding a glass of something. "Sorry to interrupt guys, but are either of you hung-over from the party last night? If so, can I offer a delcious Prarie Oyster as a hangover cure?" Pip said, raising the glass.

Among the variety of things that can be seen in it, there's definitely an egg floating around there.

Cameron stared at the glass, his stomach lurching at the thought. "Dude, no seafood."

"No seafood," Pip said. "It's just a name. Old school hangover cure. Close your eyes, pinch your nose, and shoot this and I promise you you'll feel up and ready to roll in no time."

"I don't think I'm quite hung over enough for that," Cameron grimaced as he was still eyeing the glass suspiciously.

Pip grinned. "Well, you're choice. But trust me when I say you'll be glad you did if you do. This is an old hangover cure, passed down through the ages from drinker to drinker. It's like... if there was a hangover cure that was developed by Shaolin Monks and taught in ancient monastaries, this would be it."

Cameron had no clue what Shaolin Monks were. "Me and my headache are actually enjoying some quality time together." He sighed. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but we were kinda talking." He motioned to John.

"No problem. Just offering my services," Pip said. He took his glass and went off to a small table he had set up, covered in similar glasses.

"Not hungover," John says. "No drinky."

"Show her she's right," John says. "She'll be okay, Cam. It's gonna take time is all."

"Paper towel roll bowling it is," Cameron says when Pip's gone again.

"Good choice," John agrees. "Make me proud, my inferior twin," John teases.

"Inferior, my ass." Cameron chucks a paper napkin at John.

"I'm much better looking," John says, batting his eyelashes.

"Everyone knows you're the pudgy one and I've got the better body," Cameron argues.

"Get some new jokes," John laughs and throws a piece of pot piet at Cameron.

"Work out," Cameron wrinkled his nose. "Dude," he picks up a piece of tomato from his pizza and throws it at John.

"I work out plenty," John says and picks the tomato from his shirt. "You stained my shirt, yo!"

"My heart bleeds," Cameron snagged John's napkin and cleaned the pot piet from his shoulder.

"If your hearts's bleeding, you shoud go to the clinic," John says. "That might be bad."

"Only if you come with me to hold my hand," Cameron rolls his eyes.

"I don't like you like that," John says sadly. "Our babies would be ugly."