"It... was Rachel. I was just across the street..." He says quietly, tone flat. "They said the bomb was in the loft above the shop, probably rigged to the phone..."
Connor takes another gulp of scotch, another deep breath, and gestures at the DVD. "No explosions in that, right? I bet it's even funnier, drunk..." He sounds grimly determined.
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Date: 2010-09-24 01:59 am (UTC)Connor takes another gulp of scotch, another deep breath, and gestures at the DVD. "No explosions in that, right? I bet it's even funnier, drunk..." He sounds grimly determined.