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11:23

When Edward was younger he had toyed with automobiles. He had obtained a sporty car and modified it to suit his needs. A convertible, the roadster had quite managed to addict him to the wind blowing his ears back and the roar of the modified 12 cylinder making his blood boil.

This infatuation had lasted for a couple of seasons until maintenance had started to outweigh the time he had available to enjoy himself.

11:22

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Last minute poetry
And this is what you throw at me
A song of love and hate and pain
So fucking trite so so insane

It makes me nuts this crazy shit
Don’t want it , Don’t like it,
No not one bit

But if he don’t ever finish this tale
That bloody author’s off straight to hell.

11:21

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11:21

Yeah I, I got to know your name
Well and I, could trace your private number baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you’re lots of fun
Open up your lovin’ arms
I want some

Well I…I set my sights on you
(and no one else will do)
And I, I’ve got to have my way now, baby
(and no one else will do)
And I, I’ve got to have my way now, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you’re havin’ fun
Open up your lovin’ arms
Watch out, here I come

*You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

Gareth staggered to his feet and headed for the washroom. “There’s gotta be some Tylenol or something there,” he muttered to himself. “My head is right spinning. Right round spinning.”

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11:20

Jeezus, Mary and Joseph, what the hell was that?

Gareth was really re-thinking his relationship with Rowan right at this point. Or was it just the nerves? Still… Dead or Alive? That was just a bit too poetic. Or was that ironic…

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Gareth watched the proceedings in a bit of a daze. The only thing he was really conscious of was the Bose up in the shelf. It seemed to be having a bit of an 80s moment. Unless that’s what Rowan usually listened to, and somehow that seemed doubtful.

There had been that Flock of Seagulls sing and a couple if electronic pieces that could have been DeadMaus, but they were way too damned happy.

He wasn’t sure he could take too much more of this.

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11:18

“If you are going to serve me a drink couldn’t you at least make it a gin and tonic? Or a half decent whiskey.”

“Who the hell drinks a mojito!”

” Ah, old…friend. Don’t blow a bunny gasket. I thought you’ appreciate something soothing and relaxing after your long stressful wait. How was It know what you’d like to drink?” The beaver blinked his long black lashes at the outraged rabbit and continued. “Still, I suppose we could rustle up something you find more appropriate.”

Edward sputtered a little and began to retort. But barely an incoherent syllable had escaped his pink lips when he finally realized the bloody beaver was baiting him again. That stupid, impossible, oh-so annoying rodent seemed to have a knack for obfuscation through exasperation. He settled his weight back on his haunches and pointedly relaxed.

“My dear beaver,” he started again, “I am delight to see you well and in fine mettle. Shall I assume you think you have taken care of the more violent aspects of our situation and once again feel safe in your nubbly little black heart.”

The beaver quirked a slightly irritated smile and leaned toward the bunny with the new-fund attitude. But before he could snap off a retort the rabbit continued. “You are not you know. Safe I mean. You have done nothing to effectively secure the situation and more unforgivably you have gathered these people here as both unasked-for witnesses and fellow goats in your, once again, labyrinthine and tortuous plot.”

“Really, you should know better by now.” Edward seemed to swell, stood and moved across the living room with all eyes following him.

“If you have learned anything from our past… ‘encounters’ you should have at least learned that complications are to be avoided and that simplicity has its own rewards.” As Edward finished speaking he leaped suddenly to the side, moving towards the beaver while trying to ensure that no one could get between them. He was both surprised an not a little indignant when his leap ended suddenly, face first in a large fuchsia pillow with gold tassels.

Recovering, he turned his face towards the young woman wielding the offensive accessory and grimaced. “I see you’ve bought in to whatever sad tale this perfidious panderer has has been peddling. assure you young lady that your involvement is neither necessary nor requested and I would appreciate if you would move your obnoxious attempt at style from my path.”

Rowan stared back.

Edward sighed and swivelled his head back to the even-more-smug beaver who hadn’t moved at all during the preceding events. But, having lost his momentum, this time when he opened his mouth to speak, the beaver cut him off.”

“Silly rabbit; tricks are for kids…”