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Gregory's head raised up at the sound of the red haired girl's voice.  Guess his search had been more obvious than he thought.  [color=fff200]"Keys?  Yeah, I'm looking for my keys.  Could've sworn they were in my pocket.  But no skin off my back, I guess."[/color] he managed to say, tripping over his words.  Even in this weird as hell situation, he needed to make it seem like he wasn't a freak with a golden tiny man following him around.  He was relieved when the attention was once again turned towards the aide.  Apparently they had chicken noodle soup available.  That didn't quite make the fact that thy had been drugged and kidnapped better.  He was also glad that his belongings were safe, though he hadn't brought much to the party except what he had in his pockets and his bike.  [color=fff200]"Chicken noodle soup sounds great, but do you guys possibly also have something to drink?  Preferably some sort of stiff drink.  Maybe a scotch if you have it.  I'm the kind of person who drinks away my worries, and getting kidnapped by a sketchy hospital who claim to be doing it for my 'safety' is something I would definitely consider a worry."[/color] Gregory looked over at the red haired girl.  She looked pretty young, but now wasn't exactly the time to card someone.  [color=fff200]"Maybe my friend over here would like something as well.  I've always been more of a social drinker."  At this point, couldn't tell whether he was just joking about the alcohol or legitimately asking his kidnappers for some.  Either way he could really use a drink.[/color]

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