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At work the next morning, I confronted Caitlyn about her actions the day before. She was very apologetic, but had received a call just before arriving at the cafe. It seems that the lab had been contacted by aliens, and she was needed at once. It was above my pay grade, so I wasn’t needed. \u00a0I don’t know why Shelley was hanging around outside the lab today, but there she was.<\/p>\n
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I forgave Caitlyn for taking off on me, and we hugged it out.<\/p>\n
The rest of the day at worked passed uneventfully, and I left feeling good about my job. \u00a0When I arrived at home, Rashawn called me up (Sam’s name was Rashawn) and invited me out to the Shrieking Llama\u00a0for drinks and games.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>“Absolutely!” I said. \u00a0It sounded like fun.<\/p>\n<\/a> It wasn’t. \u00a0At least, not to begin with. \u00a0Ol’ Rashawn spent the first hour or so watching the soccer match. His team wasn’t doing well, from what I understand. \u00a0There was a lot of yelling and cursing, and mother-llama-ing the referees. Eventually, whichever sports club he was cheering for lost their game, and the bar staff turned on the figure skating competition.<\/p>\n<\/a>Rashawn wasn’t happy, and he left shortly thereafter. \u00a0Jerk. \u00a0Well, that was your last chance buddy. \u00a0Don’t call me again.<\/p>\n<\/a>And that’s when Myron spotted me. Or, at least that’s when I spotted Myron spotting me. He bought me a drink, and let me know that the guy I came in with was a jerk. Preaching to the choir, my friend, but thanks.<\/p>\n He challenged me to a game of foosball, to which I accepted. I needed to whack at things and blow off some steam.<\/p>\n<\/a> The game was wicked. \u00a0We were evenly matched, and the bar patrons started noticing.<\/p>\nEventually he beat me with a score of 21-20. \u00a0By the time we finished, the bar was closing up, and I was exhausted. \u00a0I headed home to bed, alone still, but feeling good.<\/p>\n