this is all my fault

( for andraia, bart allen, coreen fennel, dani phantom, dr. lisa cuddy, dr. simon tam, enzo, felix of vale, matrix, nathan petrelli, rabastan lestrange, the question, and val von doom )


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( for demeter )


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( for doc )


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( for katherine barlow )


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( for kate beckett )


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( for paul avery )

[ "what do y'feel like drinkin'?" ]

It's more of a hovel than a hotel, but Kate doesn't particularly care -- she's enamored with the (hideous) decor.

(If she were less intoxicated, she'd be more impressed that she and Doc and their bags made it to the top of the stairs and into the matchbox-sized room.)

She slings her tote onto the bed with a careless, drunken grace and picks up a throw pillow.

"This is amazing."

She runs her fingers through its fringe.

"It's cowboys, Doc. Not the football team, either -- real ones. It's like a -- an homage."

She glances around the room -- four walls, the bed, a rickety dresser, and a couch that's more of a loveseat.

"But where's the other bed?"