<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu took the phone number and gave Ptricia a hug. "Thanks, P." He was there one minute and gone the next as sat on his bus, texting to Babs. "Hey. Srry about last time. Can I make it up 2 u?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The response text came about half an hour later. "OK. If yr GF won't be annoyed. I'm free l8r 2nite, or 2moro."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Despite not having drunk a drop the dragons who were rather more resistant to alcohol had been doing quite a lot and there was a strong whiff of alcohol. He stumbled in. "Sorry, guys, sorry!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: Problem. I'm not sure I can do the right response without being OOC.<br/><br/>Ptricia was in sphinx form, halfway suited up in her armour, other pieces floating around her as if she was halfway through a suit up sequence in a superhero anime.<br/><br/>"Where have you been! I was just about to start a search pattern!Your mobile was going straight to voice mail, and I was worried the Purgers had got toyou first."