MCA, Apartment #2, Saturday Mor--jk Early Afternoon

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Vanessa didn't know her name was Vanessa yet, or anything else. What she did know was that she'd woken up in bed next to someone who looked like the ass side of the moon, and so now there was screaming. A lot of screaming.

Look, she would be really sorry later, but right now this was a bit much to take.

((For that guy.))

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"You kind of look like a Hal, though," Vanessa said as she attempted to pull on underwear without dropping the sheet. "In that I think most Hals are bald by now."

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Meanwhile Wade was wriggling into the jeans because the 'gimp suits' were over by the chick who potentially roofied him.

"You take that back! I feel like a Ryan. Yeah, definitely a Ryan."

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"Okay, whatever, Hal," Vanessa said as she fastened one of the bras she'd found in a drawer. Huh, it fit. "Where's my wallet?" Wait. "Don't touch my wallet!"

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"That name makes my skin crawl! And that's an accomplishment because this shit looks like it does that all on it's own!"

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Vanessa pulled on a flannel shirt and spied a purse sticking half out from under the bed, which she pounced upon. Upon digging out the wallet she exclaimed, "Lake Lively? What the fuck, that's not a name!"

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"It's an alliteration," Wade Hal pointed out with a grin at her dismay. "You look like a Lake."

A beat.

"...nice Bernadette Peters purse, by the way."

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Vanessa Lake looked down at it. "...thanks. Hal."

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And they still thought roofies were involved here. Seriously you two.

"No problem, Lake."

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Wait until they found all the wedding planning magazines on the coffee table.