Bill big fell bigtitpatrol back in his seat. "It's ok, really. No problem. I images got it. Be cool." The big bouncer surprisingly bigtitpatrol stopped big and stood watching, waiting for a cue to either smash Tokyo big or go quietly bigtitpatrol back into the sea big. His job was to prevent disturbances, not cause them.
"My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin big fault." Bill tried not to bigtitpatrol make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to big play it cool, not big notice, as big much bigtitpatrol for bigtitpatrol his friends sake as big for the benefit of images the looming bouncer . He gestured for the patrol waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously big to big the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill threw her his best "we'll be good, my friends had a bad bigtitpatrol day , please please, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave a big indefinite "go ahead images but proceed cautiously" nod. She took their order and scurried away out of the big danger zone.
"Anyway. What patrol was images your fault?"
"Where big?"
"I don't know, that's the problem."
"Yah." Progress.
Bill finished his own drink big in one bigtitpatrol swallow and sat back hard.
"She big won't," Matt sobbed uncontrollably. "She won't."
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