I was told to have a 'good time', whatever that means

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Gabrielle: ::wanders slowly down the hall, sees Room 7, Room 8:: Ah ha. ::knocks, no answer:: ::knocks again::

David: *crawls from bed and tries to rearrange my hair, probably making it worse, wrapping a sheet around my waist and staggering to the door* Um, hello! Do... do I know you?

( Ares told me to look you up )