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After mugging a poor tourist for his clothing, and if he might say, Wade thought that he pulled off the fannypack quite well, he headed back to the hotel to let them know about the car.
With minimal distractions in the form of shiny slot machines and the occasional flyer for a hooker. He didn't even get a bachleor party. And that's all he wanted if he ever got married. Again. Damn Aly.
Once inside the room he flopped down on the bed. "They blew up my car!"
[[ooc: NFB due to distance, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
konoha_flash, kypriothschoice and a special guest who knows who they are OMG]]
With minimal distractions in the form of shiny slot machines and the occasional flyer for a hooker. He didn't even get a bachleor party. And that's all he wanted if he ever got married. Again. Damn Aly.
Once inside the room he flopped down on the bed. "They blew up my car!"
[[ooc: NFB due to distance, for
konoha_flash, kypriothschoice and a special guest who knows who they are OMG]]
