Welcome To New York

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You graduated from (y/c) a week ago. You just got done unpacking from your move to New York. You decide to go touring around the city. You find yourself tired, so you sit on a bench. This adorable, almost ferret like man leans on you. He fell asleep. You just let him sit there, until his face hits your chest. "Hey, wake up.." You say quietly. "Hey...?" You say a bit louder. You decide to shrug him awake. "Excuse me, you feel asleep on me." The man wakes up. He mumbles to himself, "Damn it! Gotta try again..."

You hear him and say, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble, please sleep on me again." "But--" You cut him off by saying, "I insist." He leans on you pretending to be asleep once more. You lightly whisper in his ear "What's your name? Mine is (y/n)." "Murray. James Murray." You giggle lightly.

The other guys say "Lean on his/her chest again or you lose." He complies, but notices you tense. He gets up at this. "I'm sorry for doing that. I'm on impractical jokers." The other men come out at this. "Murr, why the hell did you do that?!" "Joe, seriously. Would you do that to someone even if it makes them uncomfortable?" "Man, I feel bad for you, Murr." "Sal, what the hell have you got in for me?" Murr shouts.

The last one whom you don't know the name of walks over and sticks out his hand. "Hey. I'm Brian. But you can call me Q." "Oh wow, someone who actually introduces themselves. For a minute, I thought I was the only one with manners." Q chuckles. "Well, I think it's too dark to try to do Murr's punishment tonight." "But it's barely--" Joe begins to say. Q shusses him.

"If your not going to continue tonight, why don't you come over to my place? It's a little messy, but I think some beer and video games could be set up really quickly." You look at the group of men when you say this. Murr says "Sounds good. You guys in?" They nod in agreement. You smile ever so devilishly as you walk to your near by apartment. And they all notice.

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