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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 13, 2007 20:21:48 GMT -5
Shawn, you kick ass...
He makes his way into his hotel room after a few hours of drinking and passing out in a club, actually in his car at the club. Surprisingly he didn't have as bad as a hangover as he would usually have. Shawn drags his bag in along with him, and takes a seat on his bed. He pulls his self phone out of the drawer by his bed to see if he got any messages. There's one of his friends, the judge, Erika, and that's it. Shawn shrugs and throws his phone back onto the dresser.
Screw them. I have a date tonight..I don't need them bringing me down. Bitches.
And out of his suitcase he pulls out his sugar. And moments later he's got it in his system.
Welp, time to get ready for Bianca...Giggidy.
Shawn proceeds to pull some regular ass clothes out of his dresser drawer. Some jeans with a tear in the knee, and random little threads popping out. Your typical expensive ragged pants. For a shirt he's got a short sleeve, pinstripe, button up shirt. He starts to change, to ready for a great night with Bianca.
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