[ he really is going this time! he stumbles his way from the living room to the hall and actually stops to ask for directions to the back yard so he can get there without, in fact, getting lost.
and while he's on his way there he looks down to text John with more stupid, drunken warnings of his impending approach, and ends up running full-body into someone in the hall. not hard enough to knock anyone over, but enough to warrant a verbal "oof." ]
Yo, my bad, I—oh heyyy, the fuck do you know. I toldja I was comin' for you, dude.
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and while he's on his way there he looks down to text John with more stupid, drunken warnings of his impending approach, and ends up running full-body into someone in the hall. not hard enough to knock anyone over, but enough to warrant a verbal "oof." ]
Yo, my bad, I—oh heyyy, the fuck do you know. I toldja I was comin' for you, dude.