Dialogue taken from sims with Vickie and Alison

Hobbie stood at Dr. Anreson's office door at 1730 the next day. He was nervous and fiddled with his tie a bit as he knocked.

Anreson looked up from a chart she was working on. "Enter."

Hobbie walked in. "Afternoon, Dr. Anreson."

"Major Klivian, to what do I owe this visit?" she asked as she waved at a chair before her desk.

"I..." he cleared his throat. "I was just wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tonite."

The young woman was silent a moment as she thought. "I..." she looked down to her datapad and found that there were no more appointments for the day. She had a list of people with terminal illnesses, and did not want to get started on that just yet. "I would like that."

Hobbie smiled, "Well, that's great... er, uhm... uh... So, shall we go?"

She looked up at the chrono on the wall, "I suppose I could quit a little early today." She smiled and turned off the datapad. She put it, and the discs into her desk. The one on top was labled 'Col. Tycho Celchu'. She frowned and shoved that beneath the rest, then locked the drawer.

Hobbie blushed, "I didn't realize it was so early."

She laughed lightly, "Only by an hour or so, Major."

He held out his arm to her, "Well. Shall we, Doctor?"

Standing, she moved around the desk to take his arm. "We shall," she said smiling up at him.

Hobbie escorted her out from the hospital and to a waiting speedertaxi. They went to a nice restaurant, and were seated.

Janson was walking along down the street, and saw Hobbie enter the restaurant. He raised an eyebrow and slowly followed to the entrance of the place.

"I hope this is okay," Hobbie smiled nervously.

"This is lovely," she said with a shy smile.

He looked over the menu. "Wow, it all looks so..." expensive, "good."

She looked at the menu, trying not to look shocked at the pricing. She scanned down until she found the cheapest item. "The stew looks good."

Janson went to the window and leaned over to look in, his face almost plastered to the glass.

"No, order whatever you wish."

He saw Hobbie inside and smiled. He knocked on the window a few times to gain his best friend's attention.

"I wish for the stew," she raised her eyebrows and chuckled a bit. Then she looked over at the window and saw Janson. She put a hand over her eyes.

Hobbie looked over and groaned quietly, waving his hand under the table to try and get him to go away.

Janson tilted his head sideways and mouthed, 'What?'

Anreson started chuckling.

'GO AWAY!' Hobbie mouthed back.

She regained control and put a hand over her mouth, looking back and forth, quietly, between the two pilots.

Janson grinned. 'Dinner? Okay!' He stood straight and went for the entrance.

Hobbie looked shocked 'NO!'

He groaned, "No... nonononono..."

Anreson tried not to start laughing again.

He looked up at the Doctor. "I'm really sorry about this."

Janson entered the restaurant and looked around, trying to locate Hobbie's table from the new angle. Hobbie slid down in his chair, trying to hide.

"It's not your fault. At least he's better." She chuckled slightly then put her hand down and smiled.

"Better? He's completely normal."

Janson sauntered over to the table. "Hey Hobs.... Oh, hi Doctor Anreson."

"Hello Wes," she nodded with a smile.

Janson grabbed the closest chair and flipped it around backwards, sitting at the table with his arms along the back.

Hobbie slid down his chair so far he ended up under the table. Anreson flipped up the tablecloth and looked to him. "Am I aquiring a new patient?" she asked laughingly.

"Perhaps..." he crawled back up to his chair with a groan. "Hello Wes. What brings you here?"

"I saw you walking in and wondered what you would be doing, eating in a fancy place like this."

"Paying for my meal," Anreson said quietly and grinned.

"Well, I decided to bring Dr. Anreson somewhere nice to thank her for getting you back to normal."

"Oh, well I could have done that," he looked at her and smiled sweetly.

"Good. Since you're here, you can pay for both of our dinners."

She resisted the urge to wink at Hobbie. "Yes, that sounds like a lovely idea."

Hobbie looked at Doctor Anreson, "So. What will you have this evening? The roast cluck looks good, or the nerf tenderloin with a baked tuber."

"I already said I liked the stew, Major," she smiled sweetly.

Janson looked back and forth between them in shock. "What?"

"You're paying for dinner, Wes," Hobbie glared.

"Oh that's right!" she chuckled. "In that case, I'll go with the roast cluck," she grinned.

Janson gave Hobbie an evil glare. "Well, I can use the rest of my General's pay for the meal, I guess."

"Ah yes, General. That would be quite generous," Hobbie grinned.

A waiter came, took their orders, and disappeared.

Janson spun the chair around to sit in it the proper way, and leaned back. "So I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

"Not anymore," Hobbie mumbled.

Anreson glanced back and forth between them. "Look, if this is going to have such an undercurrent of animosity," she spoke plainly. "Perhaps we should do this another time."

Janson smiled, "No, Hobbie is like this all the time." He punched Hobbie lightly in the arm. "On Adumar, they called him the 'Dour One'."

"I see..."

Hobbie cut his eyes to Janson, "Yes. I am the 'Dour One', thank you. But, having this..." he pointed to the other pilot. "As your best friend, you can see why I'm dour."

Janson held his hands up, "Hey! What'd I ever do!?"

Anreson chuckled, "Like the masks of theatre," she shook her head.

"Exactly," Hobbie had no idea what she was talking about, but agreed anyway.

Janson raised an eyebrow.

"In theatre, there are two masks, one with a manic grin and one with a frown and tear," she explained for Janson.

"Yes, that's it. Yep, describes us exactly," Hobbie nodded.

Janson nodded thoughtfully.

The food was brought to the table, and they began to eat.

"So, Doctor. Where are you from?" Hobbie asked.

"I come from Ralltiir."

He blinked, "Really?" Her accent differed from his, but now that he thought about it, the underlying tones were similar.

"Is there something wrong with that?" she tilted her head to look at him.

"No, not at all. I'm from Ralltiir as well. I just didn't realize... Wow, small galaxy, huh?"

She chuckled, "Imagine that..."

Wonder why Wes hasn't made some...

Janson leaned back and let out a low whistle, "Never would have known. Guess not all Ralltiirians are sourpusses."

Oh, there it is.

Anreson laughed lightly.

"I'm not a sourpuss. I'm dour," Hobbie frowned, then chuckled.

She put a hand over her mouth as she tried to stop laughing.

Hobbie decided he was going to start eating his food before it got cold.

Janson looked at the food and took an appreciative sniff. "I don't remember what I ordered, but it smells good."

"Better than hospital food."

Anreson got control of her laughter and started eating. She took the first delicious bite and closed her eyes. "Mmmm."

Hobbie's jaw nearly dropped as he watched her eat.

"Oh yeah," Janson dug in and stuffed his face like he'd never eaten before. Patrons at nearby tables began to stare.

"Uh, Wes..."

He looked up, a bit of gravy on his nose. "Yeah Hobs?"

She looked up at Janson as well, and tapped her own nose.

Hobbie looked around then back to Janson, speaking quietly. "People are staring. Eat slowly."

"Oh.... sorry," Janson bit his lip and picked up the napkin, wiping his nose. He stood. "I'll be right back." He headed to the 'fresher.

"It's okay," Hobbie went back to eating. He sighed, "I'm sorry about his manners, Doctor."

"After eating hospital food for soo long, I don't blame him," she smiled then took a sip of the house wine that had been brought with the meal, then set the glass down. "Thank you for the invite."

"You are quite welcome, Amanda," he said her given name slowly, deliberately.

She blushed slightly then looked down to her plate a moment. Then she looked up again. "So, where on Ralltiir are you from?"

Hobbie cleared his throat, "I wonder what's taking Wes so long. Excuse me." He stood and headed for the 'fresher.

Anreson watched him leave, What have I said wrong? she wondered.

*

Hobbie entered the men's 'fresher looking for Janson. "Yo, Wes. Where are you?"

Giggling could be heard in the women's lounge next door.

Hobbie groaned, "You are not..." he walked out and knocked on the women's 'fresher door. "Janson."

Janson poked his head out the door, "I'm kinda busy Hobs..."

"Just making sure you hadn't skipped out on us, Bud."

A giggling woman tickled the Taanabian from behind and he laughed, "Oh no... just leaving you time with the Doc. Now get back there. I be back soon," he shut the door in Hobbie's face.

He raised an eyebrow, "Okay." He wandered back to the table, wondering how much Janson was going to have to pay her.

He sat back down. "So, what did you ask me?"

"Uhm... I was wondering where you were from. On Ralltiir."

"Tion," his expression saddened. "My dad was a broker."

"Oh," she looked at her hands in her lap. "I'm sorry."

Hobbie shrugged, "Not your fault, it was a long time ago.

She nodded, she was fourteen, and had begun her freshman year in university when the attack happened, taking her two older brothers. Anreson tried to think of how to start the conversation again.

"So, what part of Ralltiir did you live on?"

"The South Eastern Mountains," she smiled in memory.

"Oh yeah, those were beautiful. I always loved going to the ocean."

She thought a moment, "That would mean we were on opposite sides, I think."

"Of the ocean, yes."

"I've never seen the ocean," she shrugged. "Someday. Have you been to the Essey mountains then?" she called them by the local's name.

Hobbie shook his head, "No. Never got that far. I'd love to show you the ocean."

A giggling woman with brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair walked past the table from the direction of the 'fresher.

Anreson could almost swear she recognized her.

Hobbie watched the woman, then looked for Janson. He returned, his hair a bit mussed, face flushed, and smiling.

The Ralltiirian pilot raised an eyebrow, "Have fun?"

Janson just winked and sat back down, "I miss anything?"

Anreson raised a hand before her mouth to hide a smile.

"Just boring talk about Ralltiir," he winked at her.

She lowered her hand and nodded.

"Oh. Well.... uhm..." Janson was at a loss for words.

"Well, I guess we're through here."

Anreson sighed.

Janson nodded and pulled out some cred chits, then slipped Hobbie something under the table.

"Is everyting alright, Amanda?" Hobbie asked tilting his head. He then glanced down to see what Janson had given him.

The Taanabian pilot nodded at the brown haired girl. "I talked her out of them. Figured I messed up dinner, so the entertainment's on me too."

Hobbie held up tickets to the Coruscant Philharmonic, "Well, Wes... I don't know what to say. Thanks," he smiled.

Anreson smiled as well and nodded her own thanks.

Hobbie clasped his friend's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Now, you go have some fun."

Janson stood and patted Hobbie on the shoulder. "You too," he said as he slipped a little something extra into Hobbie's jacket pocket. He leaned over and whispered, "I need the rooms tonite, can you find yourself a place to stay?"

Hobbie sighed and nodded, "Sure." He was *not* looking forward to another night spent in the cockpit of his fighter.

He stood and looked at Dr. Anreson, "Doc."

"You take care of yourself, Wes."

He took her hand and kissed it gently, "Thank you for everything you've done. Now, take good care of my best friend. He needs to be handled gently"

Hobbie stood and bumped into Janson, "Get outta here, you old smoothy."

The shorter man smiled and winked at the doctor. "Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Well, that leaves it wide open," Hobbie rolled his eyes.

Janson went over to the girl and linked his arm with hers. "C'mon Aly, let's go have some fun." The brown haired girl giggled as they left.

Hobbie put on his jacket, then moved to pull out Anreson's chair for her. She smiled as she stood, "Thank you."

He smiled and helped her into her own jacket. "Do you like the Coruscant Philharmonic?"

Her eyes brightened as she turned, "Yes."

"Good." He put the tickets into his pocket and felt something else there. He realized what it was and blushed profusely, quickly pulling his hand from his pocket and offering his arm to her.

She took it, and he escorted her out and hailed a cab to the concert hall. Once they were in and on their way, Anreson attempted to pick up the conversation where it had been left off. "That would be nice, to see the ocean someday."

"And I'd like to see the mountains someday, preferably not as my ship crashes into them."

She chuckled, "I've heard the stories."

"Yeah, well, at least I'm hardly ever alone." Hobbie stepped out of the cab as it arrived, and offered his hand to help her exit.

She took his hand and stood, "Thank you."

"Anytime," he smiled again, and escorted the Doctor into the hall.

They soon made it to their seats, and sat to wait for the music to start. Anreson closed her eyes and with joy, let the orchestra's warmup sound fill her.

"Hobbie? Hobbie, is that you?" Face made his way through the crowd.

Hobbie looked up, "Hey, Loran." He stood, "How are you?"

Face smiled and nodded at the doctor. "I came over to see if it was really you. I've never seen such a wonderful lady at your side, and was hoping for an introduction."

Anreson looked up.

"Is this your sister?"

She laughed.

Hobbie sighed, "Dr. Amanda Anreson, Garik Loran. Garik, Amanda."

He bowed, "M'Lady."

She stood and smiled. "Pleased to meet you."

He turned back to Hobbie. "I didn't know you had a doctor in the family, Hobbie. Cousin?"

"She is not related to me," Hobbie told him through gritted teeth.

She froze a moment. "Garik Loran... as in Face Loran, the actor?"

He stopped and closed his eyes. "Yes, in one of my many past lives."

"I am sorry."

"Dr. Anreson is responsible for getting Wes back to normal."

"YOU have a date!?" Face smiled. "Ma'am, good luck. I hope you have a good supply of bacta."

Anreson laughed, "I'm not that kind of doctor," she smiled sweetly.

"Too bad."

Hobbie inwardly groaned and hoped that Face wouldn't ask what kind of Doctor she was....

"What kind of Doctor?"

"The kind that would like to listen to music," she grinned.

He closed his eyes, "Psychiatrist then, I'm assuming."

"You should know," Hobbie mumbled.

"Actually, yes."

He shot Hobbie a glare, "I studied characters a lot as a child." He held his hands out before him. "Well, I must be on my way. Good to see you again, Klivian."

"Nice to see you too, Loran," Hobbie shook his hand.

Face took Dr. Anreson's hand, and when he kissed it, she couldn't help but blush. "Until next time," he said as he left.

Hobbie sat down and hoped to Hoth nobody else showed up. "Well, that was interesting."

"Yes, very," She sat then looked to him as she seated herself and smiled. "What is on your mind?"

A tall, white haired woman sat down beside Dr. Anreson, not paying any attention to them.

"Am I on the clock?" he laughed.

She chuckled, "No. You just seem to be elsewhere sometimes."

The woman looked up from her seat at the sound of his voice. "Oh Hobbie! What a pleasant surprise."

He looked past Anreson, "Winter? Fancy seeing you here."

She looked at black-haired woman. "Is this your sister?"

"No," he said through gritted teeth again.

"Cousin then?" She held out her hand to Anreson, "Hello. I'm Winter Celchu."

"I am his date," she explained as she shook the other woman's hand. "Dr. Anreson." She's Col. Celchu's wife. I am *not* looking forward to making that appointment...

"Oh, Dr. Anreson. I know that name from somewhere."

"She helped Wes out. Have you heard anything from Tycho?" Worry betrayed itself in Hobbie's voice.

Anreson listened intently, He's disappeared?

Winter sighed. "No... Wedge has been doing some searching, but no leads."

"I hope he shows up soon. We're all quite worried, what with Gavin gone also, it's been a madhouse."

"Yes. Cracken has been looking into things as well."

"Good. If you need anything at all, please call." Hobbie leaned past Anreson to pat Winter's hand.

"Yes... We can all just hope to the Force he comes back so I can kill him."

Hobbie chuckled, "And I'm sure he'll enjoy it." He sat back in his seat.

Winter nodded and looked over her shoulder. "They're running late...."

She raised an eyebrow, "They?"

She turned, "General Antilles and his Wife." She went back to looking, "Ah, there they are now!" She stood slightly and waved.

Wedge came down the aisle with Iella on his arm, a bit out of breath.

Anreson looked at Hobbie, "Are you alright?" She put a hand on his arm, and looked at him concernedly.

He paled slightly as he stood, "Hello Wedge, Iella."

Anreson stood beside him, slipping an arm through his in an attempt to stave off any more relative comments that may come from the General's wife.

"Hobbie! Oh, and Hello Dr. Anreson. Nice to see you again," Wedge greeted them.

Iella simply smiled, "Hello," and sat beside Winter.

"Likewise, General."

Hobbie looked at Anreson and smiled, she winked back serruptitiously.

"I saw Corran and Mirax around here somewhere, but I didn't know you were going to be here."

"We just happened across a pair of tickets."

"Ah... and Wes let you two sneak off without him?"

"Well, actually, Wes had a date."

Anreson nodded. The lights dimmed a moment, a signal that the performance would begin in a few minutes.

Hobbie smiled, glad that things would be quiet for a few hours and sat down, she returned to her seat as well.

Wedge took his seat, and took Iella's hand in his as well.

Five minutes later, the lights went down, and the music started. It lasted for two hours, and was enjoyed by all. By halfway through the performance, Anreson was leaning her head onto Hobbie's shoulder, her eyes closed as she listened. When the music ended, she opened her eyes and sat up, looking down at her hands embarrassedly.

Hobbie was enthralled, more with Anreson than the music. "That... that was beautiful." He smiled then stood, holding a hand down to his date.

She took his hand and stood as well. "Thank you for bringing me here. It was lovely."

"We'll have to thank Wes. He gave us the tickets."

Anreson nodded. "We'll do that."

"I guess it's time to take you home."

Wedge picked up a half-asleep Iella. "It was nice seeing you again, Dr. Anreson. Take care of Hobbie for me," he smiled.

"Good evening to you too, Wedge," Hobbie gave him a glare.

With a wink to Hobbie, Wedge walked out, Winter at his side, and Iella in his arms.

Hobbie sighed, then held out his arm, and she took it. He escorted her out of the concert hall, and hailed a cab. "You know, I have no idea where you live."

The cab came, and Hobbie helped her inside. Anreson leaned forward and gave the cabbie the address for a complex in the small range of mountains on the eastern side of Imperial City. "I realize I live a bit far from where I work. I'll pay the fare, Major."

He hesitated, "Uhm, no. That's alright."

She tilted her head as she looked at him, "Are you certain?"

He nodded. She scooted over a bit to make room, and he finally climbed in beside her. "Did you know that Coruscant has an ocean?"

She nodded, "I haven't had the chance to see it yet though. It's been... busy."

"Yeah, it has been. I've only gotten to fly over it a few times."

"I've seen holos of the ocean, I wonder if it's like that."

"It's much better."

She sighed and leaned back in the seat. "I would love to see someday."

They were relatively quiet the rest of the drive to Anreson's home. When they arrived, Hobbie exited and helped her out. He told the driver to wait for him as he escorted her to the main door.

Giggling could be heard from the first floor apartment.

"I had a wonderful evening, Major."

"Thanks for indulging me, Doctor; and call me Hobbie. Everyone else does."

She smiled, "Hobbie... and call me Amanda, otherwise I feel like I'm working," she said with a grin.

"Okay, Amanda. It was a pleasure."

A semi-girlish scream could be heard, followed by giggling.

Anreson groaned, "Oh no... she's at it again..." She let out a longsuffering sigh.

He chuckled, "Well, I better go. The cab is waiting." He turned and looked at the cab, wincing for two reasons. Having to spend the night in his cockpit, and the fare to get back to the main city.

"Yes... Oh... Yes Major..."

Hobbie finally recognized the giggling and smiled. "Good, I can go home," he mumbled.

"What is it?"

"Your neighbour... that's the woman Wes was leaving with."

The giggling got quieter, and now only the sounds of the night could be heard.

"Oh dear... I thought I half recognized her," she sighed, thankful it was finally quiet. "Can I intrest you in some caf? It is a long ride back to the city."

"Uhm, I'd love to, but I really should go.... Unless you think I'd be able to catch another cab."

"I'm sure your friend could give you a ride back," she smiled.

The cab took off at a high speed, a group of hoodlums on speederbikes chasing after it.

Hobbie watched the cab disappear into the night, "Guess I'll have to."

"Okay," she unlocked the door to the building, then went up a flight of stairs, unlocking a door on the second floor. When she entered, she tossed her keys on a table, and her jacket over a chair, setting her briefcase net to it. "Make yourself at home," she called as she headed for the kitchen to make some caf.

Hobbie took off his jacket and lay it beside hers before sitting on the couch, and looked around the room.

"Do you take milk or sweetener?" she called from the kitchen.

"Milk, if you have it."

"Okay." She soon returned with two steaming mugs, one with milk, one black. She handed the one with the milk to Hobbie, then sat beside him on the couch.

"Thanks," he took a sip from the mug and watched her.

She sipped at the black caf, then put it down on a coaster on the caf-table. "Blessings sometimes come in interesting packages," she said with a half-grin.

"What's that mean?"

"Well, if Wes hadn't come to supper, I would have," she began to tick off her fingers. "Had to eat stew instead of that delicious roast cluck, and not have gotten to go to the symphony with you," she smiled.

"Yep. Wes is interesting alright."

"Is he holding up well with the squadron?"

"So far, so good. I guess the true test will be if we get another mission anytime soon."

She nodded, "I think he will do fine." She picked the cup up again, for another sip.

He took another deep draw of his own mug. "Yeah, if tonite is any indication, he'll be fine."

She chuckled.

He set his mug down, "So..."

She finished off her caf. "So..."

"I guess I should try and get a ride back to the base."

"We could leave a note on my neighbour's door so Wes will know you're here. You could share the fare."

Hobbie shook his head, "I don't think he's going to be leaving anytime soon," he chuckled.

Anreson thought for a moment, then went to get a piece of flimsy. "The couch folds out," she said as she found it.

"Is that... an invitation?"

"Unless you'd rather have the floor," she finished writing and began to rummage through the drawer for something to stick it to the neighbour lady's door with. "And pay full fare."

Hobbie was stunned, "Uhm...."

She found the adhesive, and stuck it on the flimsy. Then she looked up, "You're worried what he'll think, aren't you."

"No, not really. Just what he'll think after I tell him the truth."

Anreson shrugged, "Let him think what he wants. We know the truth." Her nearly-black eyes seemed to light with fire, "It'll give you a bit less ribbing about me being your sister or cousin."

"Uh, yeah...."

"Then it's settled. I'll go put this on her door, then get you some blankets."

"Okay, thanks." she headed out her door, and went down to fix the note on her downstair neighbours.

Hobbie sat back in the couch, while she was gone. Trying to decide what he should do.

When she returned, she went to the linnen closet, and brought out some blankets. She tossed them on the chair, then began to open up the couch.

"I really appreciate this, Amanda."

"Not a problem," she grabbed the fitted sheet, and leaned over as she began making one side of the couchbed.

Hobbie swallowed hard.

She moved over to the other side of the couchbed, leaning over while tucking in the sheet.

Hobbie watched her, cursing his gentlemanly ways, wishing he were more like Janson.

She grabbed the topsheet and blankets, and soon the bed was made. She disappeared a moment, returning with one of her own pillows, and tossed it onto the made up couchbed, then turned down the cover, out of habit.

Hobbie chuckled, "What, no mint?"

She laughed, "I don't have any mints." She was quiet a moment. "Uhm... goodnite then... Hobbie. It's all made up for you," she waved a hand at the couchbed and looked up at him a moment.

"Goodnite Amanda." He reached out and brushed a lock of her hair away from her face, then cuped her face in his hand.

She bit her lip slightly.

Hobbie leaned forward and whispered, "Forgive me." Then he kissed her.

She felt a tendril of lightning pierce her heart and leaned into the kiss. He brought his other hand up to cup the other side of her face. They broke away breathlessly.

"Uhm..." Anreson blushed furiously.

Hobbie blushed as well. "Sorry about that," he mumbled.

"Don't be," she replied quietly

Sounds of a screaming orgasm could be heard from downstairs.

Hobbie shook his head and looked towards the door. "Sounds like he's at it again."

Anreson laughed slightly, and brought a hand to touch her lips. Hobbie took it and brought it to his own lips, kissing it lightly.

"You're very sweet," she said quietly.

"I try to be."

She looked away shyly.

"You're very beautiful."

She blushed.

He kissed her hand again. "Good night, sweet Doctor."

"Goodnite..." She started to move away, then paused. She turned around, went back to him, and stood half tiptoe to kiss his cheek, then ran to her room.

He sighed and flopped down on the couch bed. "I'm going to kill you, Wes Janson."

*

Anreson let the door slide shut behind her, and changed into an old scrub-suit she used for pajamas. Then, out of habit, she left the door cracked open, and went to bed. She huddled up with the pillow and fell quickly to sleep, dreaming well.

*

Hobbie lay on his back on the couchbed. "I can't do this," he said as he got up. He went to the 'fresher and splashed some cold water on his face. Making a decision, he wandered by Anreson's bedroom, he saw her lying there, already sleeping peacefully, and completely made up his mind.

She sighed in her sleep, wearing a small smile.

He went and pulled the sheets and blankets off the couch, folded them, and put the couch back in order. He got a flimsy out, and wrote her a note. He put it on top of the blankets and sighed, "Thanks Amanda."

Hobbie walked out the door to go call a cab, and realized he forgot his jacket. He turned around and tried the entryway. "Door's locked. Oh well, I need the fresh air." He went and took the note off the girl's door downstairs and waited on a cab.

Loud snoring could be heard from the first floor apartment.

Hobbie shook his head, glad that Janson was having a good time, and stood with shoulders hunched against the cold. A cab finally arrived, an hour later, and whisked him back to his apartment and a *very* cold shower.

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