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ooc: It's actually a porno movie festival, it's called Hump and this year is the 20 year anniversary so I'm hoping there's lots of fun stuff.
XD

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[ooc: Aaaaah thats even better!! XDD Not gonna ask for the plot then but you gotta tell me how it went!]

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ooc: hahaha will do
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for @pagekaren (tfln loopy with painkillers continued)

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That's a pretty bold claim but all right, I'll try it.
I should be there in about 15.

thank you for the move!

[pagekaren]

It's a CORRECT claim.
You'll see.
And thank you.

[The ER is crowded when he arrives, and Karen is sitting on a gurney bed in the hallway. Her discharge paperwork is on the bed next to her, along with a bag that has her shirt and some instant cold packs inside.

She's wearing an oversized navy blue scrub top from one of the nurses, which looks entirely at odds with her dress pants and flats. She's typing a text one handed, because her left arm is immobilized in a sling. There's a few other smaller injuries - a cut on her lip, and one on her cheek that looks like it might be on a spot that's going to turn into a bruise.

Glancing up, she spots Alfred and smiles, pointing her phone at him.] Heeeeey! Okay, again I have to say I'm fine. You look weirdly good under hospital florescents, though.

no problem :) that hit captcha so fast this time!

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[Alfred huffs and rolls his eyes as he moves in close enough to kiss her forehead, his brows creasing in concern at all her injuries.]

Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere.
How are you feeling? Loopy? Nauseous?

for @doesntsing (tfln continued)

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A big mistake.

It's probably weird but I like hearing you say that.

Oh I'm sure it is, but there's something about a Mum's soup that transcends recipes.

i know! i was surprised

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[Karen just smiles at the roll of his eyes, tipping her head up into the press of his lips on her forehead.]

Since when? Um, woozy, I think. And starving.

[She tucks her phone into her purse, then gathers that up along with the bag from the hospital and the discharge papers. Slipping to her feet, she pauses for a moment, feeling another wave of that gelatinous uncertainty that comes with painkillers.]

Thank you again, for getting me. Did this take you away from anything?

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[The second she moves to get on her feet he wraps an arm around her waist, his body poised to grab her more firmly if he needs to.]

Nothing important.

[He had just been having a drink with Thomas Wayne.]

Here, let me carry that stuff for you.

[He offers as they slowly start to make their way out of the ER.]

[pagekaren]

Oh, chivalry.

[It's likely rapidly becoming apparent that Karen's filter may just be...entirely gone, thanks to those pain meds working their way through her system.

Though she keeps her footing, she does lean in against him, and surrenders the bag of stuff without hesitation.

It's been a long night.]

Are you ready to be wowed by the fries and shake combo?

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I’m torn between wanting to watch you punch him and not wanting bodily harm to come to the father of my children.

Yeah? I could whisper it in your ear.

Well, now I have to make my soup for you. Not because I’m trying to out do your mom, but because I want you to at least agree that mine is good.

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I don't know if I'm going to be wowed but I'll give it a go.

[More importantly he wants to get some food on her, he knows from experience that pain killers on an empty stomach can make you feel like puking.

Once they are outside he leads her to his car which is a dark brown with leather interior.]

Here we go, pop on in there.

[He says as he gets the door for her.]

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I can promise to take it easy on him if you'd like.

I'd like that even more.

No one can out do my Mum. But sure, I'll happily let you cook for me. So long as you wear one of those cute aprons with nothing on underneath it.

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Now who’s the saucy minx? That sounds like it could end up being very distracting.

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Well it's a good thing that soup takes a while to cook, doesn't it?

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I wouldn't lead you astray. Well, I would, but only somewhere fun. And not involving food.

[She gives his arm a quick squeeze as she gets into the passenger seat. When he joins her, she flashes him an amused look.]

I think your car is fancier than my apartment.

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[He makes sure she's in and buckled up before closing the door and coming round to the driver side, which is still odd for him since it's on the wrong side.]

It's technically on loan from someone so don't go thinking I'm living a posh life.

Where should I go to get you food?

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You know, if classy can be a state of mind, then poshness can be too.

[Karen's referencing their conversation at Josie's. Or rather how she remembers it when she's feeling a bit muddled.]

Plus, I haven't seen your place yet, so you could have secret posh vibes.

[She considers his question, then points vaguely off towards the right.]

There's a White Castle that way, about...five minutes? Have you ever eaten at White Castle?

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Well either way, I'm not posh.

[He's a gentleman sure but never a posh bloke, there's far too much East London in him for that.]

White Castle? No. Is everything medieval themed or something?

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Is posh a bad thing? You're definitely not a bad thing.

[The comment is delivered fondly, a slight smile curling her lips. His question about White Castle makes the grin widen as she lets out a laugh.]

No - I mean, the restaurants themselves are sort of...vaguely castle shaped. But it's not medieval themed otherwise. Their sliders are really good. So are the fries. Like, top tier fast food.

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It's not bad exactly but posh people seem to take a lot of things for granted that regular folk don't.

[Thomas is like that but despite being a very rich young man, Alfred likes him and considers him a friend.]

Sliders?
Bloody hell that doesn't sound very appetizing.

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Mm. So it's more of an idle rich thing.

[It's a thin line, but an important distinction.]

And I wouldn't say you take things for granted.

[Still, his assessment of White Castle causes a laugh to bubble up out of her, in a way that it's clear she's genuinely amused. Possibly by the use of bloody hell.]

Sliders are just little burgers. I think they've been making them the same way since like...1920 or something. You have to try at least something. I promise I will make it up to you if you don't like it.

[A promise delivered with the acute sincerity of someone swimming through the haze of pain meds.]

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It does have to simmer for a while and we’ll need something to do while we wait. There are a lot of hard surfaces in the kitchen.

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Then why not just call them mini burgers? Sliders doesn't exactly bring up a pleasant image, especially when you want to have an appetite.

[He says as he takes a left turn towards the area Karen waved at, he spots the glowing sign and concentrates on getting into the right lane to turn into their drive through.]

All right, what do you want me to order?

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The counters won't be the only hard things in the kitchen.