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[h1][color=#c5f1d0] Feliks Grezskiewicz [/color][/h1]
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	Blegh, mornings. Nothing good ever came of waking up in the morning and facing the damage of last night in the mirror. Today, he had some pretty solid abdominal bruising and a black eye. Score.  But honestly it was all-good. He got the mula, learned more about the difference between coke and pot, and had arrived home with enough time to get a solid-ish amount of sleep. Basically, it was a bomb-dig night and the morning after was the only thing making it any less awesome. 
	But, on the plus side, coffee-tea. All hail the coffee-tea god.  

	Feliks made his way into the kitchen started a pot. As he waited for the coffee-tea to boil he clicked through his empty e-mail box a few times before hesitantly poking the tender skin around his bruised eye. 
	Fuck nuggets that hurt. 

	Ugh, he was so going to catch shit for it from his friends. 
Maybe he should call the coffee-tea something else. Something more cool and concise. Ct, coftea, toffee- wait that last on was already taken right? 

	The black eye wasn’t such a big deal anyways. No need for anyone to get upset. Plus, there was a party today! Parties weren’t the right place for fights. Okay, so last nights’ apparently had been but this one was different. 

	Natalya probably didn’t get high on coke. 
The coffee was ready! Feliks poured himself a generous cup before grabbing a few tea bags of varying flavors and dunking them into the hot liquid. As he stood there waiting on the CT to infuse he sent of a quick text. 

[color=fde4ff] [b]To: Eva  Notsodarling[/b]
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“Ey friend, what’s up? I need your help, there’s a weird yellow orb in the sky and I can’t figure out what it is. Seriously though, screw mornings being up so early is not natural. Remind me to catch you up later on how my night went. No scores, but good times were still had. What’d you get up to?”
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	Feliks grabbed a lid from the drawer to his right and stuck it on his on mug.  Time to get a move on. He grabbed a pair of pants off his floor, a shirt from his drawer, and his satchel from the couch with the official sarcasm dictionary he go for Natalya inside. Finally, mug in hand, he was out the door. First thing first, he had to find some cover-up for his eye…