REESE

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        "Hey," Tatum pressed. "where did Billy go?"

        It had been a small house party to begin with, which made it all the more noticeable that one of the guests, Billy Loomis, had gone GHOST -- when did he leave, anyway? <OK.> Stu stood-up, stretched, and made a beeline to the door leading to the hall, claiming to need the restroom -- the restroom was the least of his concerns at the moment. <It's about time.> 

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          Billy sighed, throwing up his hands in mock exasperation, "Time."

          Reese chirped, "That's what I though -- WHA!?"

          All of a sudden, Billy lunged at Reese, pinning her to the floor with one hand and beginning to tickle her sides with the other! Black curls whipped in the air as Reese thrashed about in Billy's grip, her lips giving way to a combination of giggles and shrieks and profanity as she did so! <Oh,> Billy clicked his tongue, his dark eyes taking-in every inch of the scene before him. <is your punishment a bitch?> 

           It felt like hours had passed before Billy decided to end the torture and helped Reese to her feet before pulling her into a bear hug -- Becker and Orth could wait a minute -- to which Reese responded by wrapping her arms around his frame and burying her face in the crook of his neck, her eyes closed as she enjoyed his presence. Alcohol, gun powder, and Fahrenheit mixed with coffee and Angel, leading Stu to their location in no time flat. <How did I know?> The man in question, Stu, didn't dare to take a step closer; interrupting could lead to an early grave. 

              There were graves to be dug, but Stu's wasn't one of them.

              The reality that some blood would be shed within the hour bothered Stu, but in a good way, but... there was something that bothered Stu, but... in a bad way; it just wouldn't be the same without her there. It was for the best that she stayed home, but it still hurt like a bitch. How wouldn't it? How in the world wouldn't it? How wouldn't it?

                Reese yawned, "I'm goin' to bed."

                Billy pouted, "Wow, without me?"

                "Oh," Reese stuck her tongue out at Billy. "don't even start with that shit," She paused, then continued. "or I'mma lock my window."

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