Allor nodded before she felt like passing out. "Gah, jor, remind me to stop at ten next time." She said efore spottig a sleepy Marria coming for a midnight snack.
"Ten what, Al?"
"Beers."
"Al!" she screeched now wide awake.
"You asked."
"D@mn it, Al. Are you trying to ruin your life?"
"No, it does that naturally. I just try to kill the pain that comes with having it."
"Allor, quit being so cryptic. By the way, Claire and Peter will be coming to stay with us tomorrow morning. I want you to meet them at the airport."
Allor jumped up from her chair. "What?! Staying here?! With us?! Oh god, Marria, you're ruining my life a hell of a lot worse than me."
Allor sighed. "I'll explain it later. I don't want to be criticized by my personifying Claire as a f*ck!n wh0re."
"Al!" Marria said. "Please, it is to early." she groaned. "adn why does it bother you so much that they are staying here too?"
"Because I hate them both. Claire for obvious reasons and Peter, ergh, just don't get me started." She said. There was hatred and anger in her eyes when ever she mentioned Claire's names, but Pain when she mentioned Peter's.
"I'm going out. Want to come Derek?" Al's accent was extremely thicker than what it was.