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Date/Time: 2008-10-09 02:43 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] beckyh2112.livejournal.com
So, this one time we were at DragonCon, at the Evening at Bree. Emerald Rose was on stage, and we'd just finished dancing up a storm to one of their faster songs. It was a slow song now, one of those mournful Irish ballads, and I badly needed some water. So did you, come to think of it.

We headed to the back of the room and tried to avoid walking into anyone. Got some water, swigged it down. Swigged a few more down. Ran into James Marsters.

I kind of stuttered through telling him he was awesome, but then Drowsy Maggie started up, and James Marsters or no, that song I dance to. So I headed back to the floor, leaving you there with James. Never did hear what came of that.

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