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Eliot Waugh

September 2018

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Date: 2018-11-28 09:46 pm (UTC)
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"I was in the Treetop Tavern. Had been there for a couple hours already before she came up to me. Everything was fine until then." Eliot's mention of pollen brought to mind the woman's god awful perfume. "Bitch wore this heavy, noxious perfume that was like sickeningly sweet smelling. Fucking invaded my senses. Anyway, what caused it don't really matter in the end."

Another swig of ale was needed for some liquid courage. "I kept getting angrier and that made me hirnier and then I got angry that it was making me horny. Like stuck in a loop. Bitch kept pushing my buttons and I wanted to beat the shit out of her, told her too. She pretty much said she'd rather fuck me than fight me. Told her to get lost and then... Fuck if I know how we ended up going at it in like the alley behind the bar. I dragged her out there to kick her ass, decked her too, and then..."

Beau growled and took another drink. "But that doesn't matter. It doesn't fucking matter. I've had fucked up hookups before. It's just..." She sighed and the tension in her body sagged, her head dropped a bit. "How... Are we responsible for what we do when influenced by whatever magically fucks us up, like with me?"
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