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[thatched]

Friends, lovers, assholes and anyone else who is at the summit or would care to port in. Are you ready for a game of cards played with adults and for adults. Don't ask the details, that would be telling.

But if you're interested, let me know. I hope to set up a game about one or two a.m. when the youngers have had their little shut eye. Baby faces, I'm sorry. This is not a game for the likes of you.

Otherwise, bring yourself, a little something something for the pot, and tell me what booze you prefer. As to where? I'll let you know.

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/locked

[booyaka_boom]

I'm still here, ya know! Go flirt somewhere else!

*But she is giggling because this is funny and too cute*

/locked

[fierybluebird]

This isn't flirting, it's a divorce.

/locked

[thatched]

I'll never leave you... [sinks to his knees, wrapping his arms around Marco's legs and nosing his stomach]

/locked

[fierybluebird]

[Oh no... not clingy Thatch, he will always love you and protect you and never ever let anyone or anything take you away--]

[This is totally a trap but Marco's already sinking down to hug and kiss him.]

/locked

[thatched]

I'll just stuff you in the pickle barrel, you bastard!!

[hoists Marco up over his shoulder and dashes toward the galley]

/locked

[fierybluebird]

[Damn you and your traps.]

[He will kick your ass.]

[When he's done laughing.]

[And messing up your hair.]

I'll stuff you, you turkey!

[This would be more threatening if he could stop laughing almost to the point of crying.]

/locked

[booyaka_boom]

*Well, now Selphie is laughing too*

Seriously, guys. Go have your super cute divorce somewhere else!

/locked

[thatched]

Aye, as you wish.

[but he doesn't close the journal as he sets Marco on the pickle barrel and leans in. There is a noise which may sound misleading.

...Or perhaps not as misleading as you might think]