Well that was sort of a relief because he didn't remember drinking before Heather arrived. He was still on the wagon (the wagon of knowing his fucking limit). It also meant that there wasn't booze in town to make him hallucinate his friend as a giant bird monster curb stomping the shit out of army guys. Hah.
O-oh. Oh.
Maurice sat up on his knees and gestured wildly with his functioning arm. "Oh, God, Heather, I'm so sorry! W-we'll fix this! I swear to God! We'll take you to a...I don't guess a priest would know anything. My m-mom might know what to do! She knows everything!"
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Well that was sort of a relief because he didn't remember drinking before Heather arrived. He was still on the wagon (the wagon of knowing his fucking limit). It also meant that there wasn't booze in town to make him hallucinate his friend as a giant bird monster curb stomping the shit out of army guys. Hah.
O-oh. Oh.
Maurice sat up on his knees and gestured wildly with his functioning arm. "Oh, God, Heather, I'm so sorry! W-we'll fix this! I swear to God! We'll take you to a...I don't guess a priest would know anything. My m-mom might know what to do! She knows everything!"