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Date: November 1, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Just Outside the Manor
Summary: Famine and Pollution return to the manor after their ride. We highly encourage all Horsepersons and Former Horsepersons to join us and make fun of/congratulate the happy couple.

By the time he reached the manor, Pollution was still high as a cloud. Emotionally, anyway. The whole way back, he had been cuddled up close to Famine. Everything about him just completely distracted Pollution, from his sent to the feel of his jacket against his cheek. It was wonderful. But like all great things, eventually this too had to come to an end and, despite taking the long way back, the trip was too short of Pollution's liking. He would just have to forget to ever get his bike fixed. He'd rather be ride with Famine then alone, anyway.

When the bike pulled to a stop, he reluctantly slid off and stretched, pulling muscles sore from lack of use. A peice of paper, rolling in the wind, caught his eye for a moment. When it was out of sight again, he blinked and turned to face Famine, waiting for him before they were to go inside. He smiled. "We should do that again."

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[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence chuckled as Pollution dragged Famine onto the dance floor. Wasn't Famine's style, but young love had a way of making a being do unlikely things. Pesti understood that. He wandered over to the jukebox, resting a hand lovingly over the buttons. A smell of burning wires filled the air as files corrupted, making playlists of destruction (da da dun!~). Pestilence had a few of his own favorite songs to include at deafening levels. After the song ended, another one began on its tail so that Famine and Pollution wouldn't have time to stop dancing.

"Come on get down with the sickness." Pestilence sang as he wandered back behind the bar. He prepped a drink for War. "Hey, Red, looks like you've been having fun. Celery?" He pushed a Bloody Mary towards her.

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Whent ehs ongs finally ended, Pollution didn't want to pull away from Famine. As though he felt he was going to get ripped away if he weren't close, Pollution pressed against Famine and then looked up at him, a very dirty idea, indeed, hitting him. Certian that the thought showed on his face so why try and hide it, Pollution grinned at his dance partner, snkeeing a look at the door. "Wanna get out of here?" he purred, sounding like any person who had ever wanted to get laid.

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Famine chuckled, very much enjoying having Pollution pressed against him like that, and leaned his head down so his lips were right next to Pollution's ear. "That sounds like a very good idea," he murmured, and pulled Pollution towards the door.