[center][h3]DUSTIN[/h3][/center]

	“Everything kills you,” Dustin said suddenly, but calmly, in response to her comment. 
	Although she did have a point. Dustin made a move for the bar, putting out his cigarette once again. He waited for the woman to make he move, but it never came. In fact, she had definitely gotten herself high by this point, and the game’s intensity seemed to fade as she talked. As Dustin listened to her statement about fries churn out into the open smoky air, he felt his stomach churning—paying for the sins he had sent down into it. 
	Dustin had a tolerance for this sort of thing, the amount of drinks he had taken in this night were starting to fight against it. His mind wandered to thoughts of some sort of war between his Stomach and his Liver. He smiled at the thought.
	“It’s fucked, isn’t it?” he joked, as she commented on the situation around them. It truly was. “I think that’s what I like about it.”
	Dustin’s eyes wandered around, loosing focus, before locking onto the carpeted floor beneath them. It had been so pristinely taken care of, Dustin could make out the bent fibers where the two had been walking, and could even tell his footfalls apart from her’s. He wondered if John or Doe would be taking care of this particular room, or rather it would be them. “We’re all crazy for signing up.” He said after a moment, honestly. 
	His eyes jolted up to hers suddenly. “What ‘am I gonna miss?” he asked, with just a hint of a slur. 
	“Fuckin’ everything. All the grass. The trees…all that. But not just the big things. Maybe…the smell of gasoline at the pump. The taste of a Big Mac at three in the morning. Fuckin’ driving, all night long, as far as the road would take you. Anywhere you want to go…“
	Dustin smiled at the thought, before another image ran through his head; porcelain, blue eyes. 
	His smile dropped briefly, but soon returned. All things fade with time. Although he wondered if the churning within him ever would. Dustin worried about how much longer he’d be able to keep his liquor down, at this rate.