Pain.

That was the very first thing Thunderlane felt, although it was difficult at first to identify the actual source.

After a few moments the fog that clouded his mind lifted a bit, which only caused the pain to flare up even more. His nervous system managed to align itself properly, and his brain identified the source of the pain as both the mind and body.

His eyelids fluttered a bit, causing the headache to flare up even worse. A groan escaped his throat as a result, and that action revealed that his lungs also hurt. At this point it was less trying to tell which body parts were in pain and more which weren’t.

After a bit of difficulty he managed to open his eyes, which were met with a harsh, blinding light. Headache flared up yet again, forcing him to shut them to allow it to pass. Once it did, they flickered open once more, and although the pain returned in force he forced them to stay open, his pupils adjusting to the light.

The first thing he saw was something white. After a few more, agonizing blinks the haze managed to clear before he was able to identify it as the ceiling. Beyond that he was not sure of his surroundings. He instinctively moved his head a bit but got a taste of the whiplash that had somehow formed in his neck.

Thunderlane gritted his teeth at the sensation before it passed, resting his head back onto a soft surface.

Ok, I’m on a bed. That’s a start.

He tried very hard to think about what happened last night. He knew alcohol must have been involved, as he knew the symptoms of a hangover from far more experiences than he would have liked.

But that still did not explain why his body hurt so much, or why he felt so tired.

What the hell happened last night?

His torso shifted a bit to try to get a bit more comfortable from his position, an action that caused a pressure in his chest and throat to make itself known.

Dammit, I better not be getting sick.

He took a long deep breath to try to alleviate the pressure, but immediately froze. There was a very odd feeling about the pressure he was feeling, like it was greatly defined in…shape?

Wait…

His sensory receptors for his torso finally jumpstarted themselves, and it was then that he realized the pressure was not in his chest and throat.

It was on his chest and throat.

His building feeling of panic only grew even further as the “pressure” let out a small, stifled moan and shifted around on top of him a bit.

Thunderlane grimaced. This was not what he needed right now. As much as he would have loved this to be a unique situation, it was not. There had been other times over the years, and each and every one had resulted in more awkwardness than he would ever care to admit.

Well, guess I should check who the mystery mare is.

After a bit of difficulty Thunderlane managed to crane his neck a bit and look downward. The first thing that arrived in his vision was a mess of electric orange hair. As his gaze shifted downward the next thing was a bright turquoise body on top of his. And finally there was…

Thunderlane’s eyes widened.

The whole world seemed to freeze right in that moment. Whereas before he felt awkward and ashamed, he now felt positively terrified. He blinked a few times to try to make it go away, but it didn’t.

She didn’t.

Lightning Dust, who was still out cold with her forelegs wrapped around Thunderlane, smacked her lips a few times. A small puddle of drool had found its way out of her mouth and onto Thunderlane’s chest. Her lips were turned upwards in a rather peaceful yet goofy smile.

The stallion in question could not stop his pupils from shrinking to pinpricks.

Oh sweet Celestia, not her! Anypony but her!

Thunderlane’s head fell backward onto the mattress again, his sense of distress, shame, and disgust with himself only growing even further.

Ok, don’t panic. It could always be worse.

His head lightly turned to look at the wall, examining the big Wonderbolts poster that was plastered over the bed.

Wait…Wonderbolts?

Thunderlane blinked a few times before his head turned up to examine the surroundings. He saw a dresser that was not his. He saw a desk piled up with homework that was not his.

He saw a room that was not his.

Somehow his pupils managed to shrink even further.

Why the hell are we in Rumble’s room?!

His head once again slammed down on his little brother’s bed. His heart rate was slowly elevating and his breathing was increasing in pace as well. He tried to calm himself the best he could, although it was not doing much.

Just calm down, Thunderlane. Calm down. Despite everything else, there is no possible way that this could get any worse.

His ears pricked up to the distant sound of the front door opening and closing. Following that was the voice of an all-too familiar colt.

“Thunderlaaane! I’m hoooome!”

Fuck.

One thing was for sure: he could not let Rumble see his room in the state it was in. On top of that was the mare that was still snoozing on his chest. Thunderlane brought a hoof up and poked her head.

“Hey!” He said in a harsh, panicked whisper. “Wake up!”

Lightning’s only response was to let off a groan.

“Hey, bro?” Rumble called out. “Are you here?”

Thunderlane bit his lip before poking her head even harder. “Wake up dammit!”

Lightning did actually move a bit this time, her movement in the form of tightening her grip on Thunderlane. The stallion let out a little wheeze as she locked him in a vice grip, yet still somehow fast asleep.

The hell with this.

Thanks to the building adrenalin from his heightened panic levels, Thunderlane managed to summon up some strength. He began to squirm in her surprisingly strong grasp, inching his way out further and further from the mare who seemed to be determined to hold onto him.

After far more of a struggle than he would have liked, Thunderlane finally managed to free himself, rolling over slightly on the bed away from Lightning. As he did he felt various wet spots on the mattress, the solid evidence of their dirty deeds done last night.

“Thunderlane?” Rumble called out, his voice getting closer. “Are you back here?”

Thunderlane stood up on the bed and began to walk forward, but felt himself fall face first onto the mattress again. He quickly picked himself back up before turning his head to see Lightning’s tail coiled around his like a boa constrictor.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Thunderlane spun around and grabbed both tails, Lightning’s with his hooves and his own with his teeth. He began to pull furiously between them, trying to free the light blue strands from those of the orange ones.

A few moments later he finally won his struggle, his tail coming free. Unfortunately he forgot to check his own strength and tumbled backwards off the bed, creating a loud thump. He quickly picked himself up and turned to the door, but shot one last glance back at still sleeping Lightning.

The mare was now lying on her side, although her expression was different. Her eyelids fluttered a bit and her hooves reached out in a grabbing manner, searching for something to hold. A small whimper came from her throat as her lip began to tremble a bit, her forelegs still searching for the warm body that was no longer there.

Thunderlane forced himself to tear his gaze away from the sight and made a mad dash for the door. He opened it up and turned to corner into the hall, nearly colliding with a grey pegasus colt.

“Gah!” Tunderlane went wide eyed before reaching back and slamming the door to Rumble’s room close. He managed to calm himself down a bit, putting on a fake smile. “H-Hey there little bro! What’s up?”

“Um…” Rumble looked between his older brother and the door with a cocked eyebrow. “Why were you in my room?”

“Cleaning!” Thunderlane shouted suddenly. “Tidying up! You know me!” Thunderlane gave a nervous chuckle.

Rumble cocked his head to the side with a rather inquisitive look. Thunderlane’s eyes darted wildly from left to right, his mouth still upturned upward in a somewhat crazed grin. After a few moments Rumble cracked a smile of his own.

“Wow, thanks big bro!” Rumble said happily. “You’re the best!”

Thunderlane let out a massive sigh.

Thank Celestia for his adorable naivety.

“I…uh, didn’t expect you home until noon today.” Thunderlane said with a smile.

Rumble blinked a few times. “But…it is noon.”

Thunderlane’s smile disappeared.

Damn, we were out of it for that long? Must have been one helluva night.

“Er…I mean, of course it is!” Thunderlane said, his fake smile still present. “Which means lunch time! What would you like? Daisy sandwiches? A fruit salad? We could even go out if you want!”

Please pick the last one.

Rumble grinned a big toothy grin. “Awesome! Sounds like a plan!”

Oh, thank Celes-

“Just let me put my bags in my room and we can go!” Rumble chirped before he reached for the door and turned the knob.

The colt found his progress hampered as his hoof was swatted away and the door pulled closed again. Rumble went wide eyed as he stared up at his brother, whose masked panic look had returned.

“NONSENSE!” Thunderlane shouted with a deranged smile before waving a hoof. “I mean, who needs to put bags away? Waste of time if you ask me.”

“That’s fine, Thunderlane.” Rumble said as he once again reached for the doorknob. “But I actually need to grab my-gah!”

Rumble found himself lifted clear off the ground and placed this brother’s back. He did not even have time to react beyond that as Thunderlane took off at a quick pace down the hall.

“No need to even worry about it!” Thunderlane said confidently. “Just throw the bag anywhere and we can get going. I don’t know about you, but I am starving.”

“Dude…” Rumble said as he pushed himself upward from Thunderlane’s back and brought a hoof up to his nose. “You stink!”

“DO I?” Thunderlane sharply turned his head back to Rumble, the crazed grin once again present. “I hadn’t noticed!”

Thunderlane gave a loud, forced chuckle but stopped as Rumble jumped off his back. By now there were in the living room, and Thunderlane turned around to see his little brother looking up at him suspiciously.

“Are…you feeling ok?” Rumble asked with a cocked eyebrow. “You’re acting kinda…weird.”

Thunderlane merely smiled and waved a hoof at him. “Pff, I’m totally fine. As always.”

Rumble looked at him with a rather concerned look. “Well…ok. If you say so.”

“Great!” Thunderlane motioned toward the door. “Now how about we-“

He was cut off by a loud thump from the other room, followed by a cry of pain.

“FUCK!” Came a feminine voice from down the hall.

Rumble’s ears folded down at the rather harsh language before he turned back to Thunderlane. “What…was that?”

“Nothing!” Thunderlane answered quickly, his eyes wide and smile gone.

“Aghh…Celestia-dammit…” Came the same voice.

“Is…” Rumble’s looked shifted to one of nervousness. “Is…somepony here?”

“Nope!” Thunderlane immediately answered again, the panic in his voice rising.

Rumble began to take careful steps back toward the hallway. “Are you sure, because I thought I heard-“

His progress was stopped as a shadow passed over him, his brother flying and landing in front of him. Thunderlane blocked access to the hallway, putting himself between Rumble and the threshold. He was beginning to lose his composure, the nervous smile now replaced by a wide-eyed stare.

“You’re imagining things, little bro!’ Thunderlane said loudly. “Just your imagination! Too many comic books!”

Rumble frowned. “But reading comic books doesn’t…make…you…”

Rumble trailed off as his eyes widened slightly, his look shifting to match the one that his brother was wearing. Thunderlane calmed himself a bit, seeing the panicked look on his brother’s face. The stallion’s ears fell flat, fearing that he may have scared his brother.

“Uh…look Rumble…” Thunderlane began, straightening himself up. “I didn’t mean to…”

Thunderlane stopped as he took a better look at Rumble’s eyes, specifically the angle of his pupils and where they were directed. It took a moment for Thunderlane to realize that they were not focused on him.

They were looking behind him.

Thunderlane hesitantly turned his head around…

…to look straight into the face of an irritated, disheveled Lightning Dust.

“Yeeek!” Thunderlane let out a rather girly sounding shriek as he jumped backwards, backing up until he was next to his Rumble.

The room went deathly silent after that, with the two brothers staring wide-eyed at the mare, who merely stood in the threshold to the hallway. Lightning just stared right back, her expression unreadable. It was after a full minute that the first one to break the silence did.

“Who…” Rumble looked up at Thunderlane uncertainly. “Who is this?”

Thunderlane did not respond, unable to tear his gaze away from Lightning. Her eyes seemed to bore straight into his soul, and he was paralyzed with fear. He had no idea what would happen, and it terrified him.

He was quite surprised, then, when Lightning turned away from him and gave Rumble a smile.

“Hey there, little dude.” She said cheerfully. “What’s your name?”

Rumble was silent for a moment before he returned the smile. “Rumble.”

“Nice to meet you Rumble. I’m Lightning Dust.” She walked forward until she was standing next to Thunderlane, the stallion stiffening like she was about to hit him. “Listen Rumble, how about you be a sport and go chill in your room? Me and Thunderlane here have some…things to discuss.”

Rumble blinked a few times as he looked between his brother and Lightning. Lightning still kept her warm smile on her, so he could not hold back his. “Alright then.”

With that Rumble got up and headed down the hall. After a moment there was the sound of his door opening and closing as he entered his room. Thunderlane turned to Lightning Dust, only to find her staring straight at him with an irritated expression.

Thunderlane instinctively closed his eyes and braced himself. Now that the only other witness was out of the room, Lightning had her chance to kill him. Odds were it would be painful and messy, but at least Rumble didn’t have to see.

Thunderlane kept his eyes shut for a few more moments before he heard Lightning give a heavy sigh. He opened them back up to see her staring off into the kitchen before she turned to him.

“I…” She began, pausing for a moment. “I don’t suppose you have any coffee here?”

***

Thunderlane and Lightning Dust sat at the kitchen table, each with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of them. They had not said much to each other, other than Thunderlane asking her how much sugar and cream she liked in hers. She replied none, that she drank hers black.

Just like him.

Beyond that they had no other words, just quietly sitting at the table across from each other. Every now and then they would lift their cups and take a sip of the hot beverage, allowing the life-giving liquid to soothe their aching bodies and troubled minds.

As the minutes passed and more coffee was consumed, the haze that was last night began to lift. They each began to remember large swathes of what had happened. From the bar to the confrontation and finally to Thunderlane’s house…

And what happened in his little brother’s room…

Suffice to say, they really did not have much to say once those memories came rushing back.

Thunderlane looked up and saw Lightning staring into her mug with a hollow look. She in turned looked up to meet his gaze. He wanted to say something, anything. If not to curb the awkwardness then at least to try to alleviate the shame.

However, he could not think of any words. They continued to work on their cups for a long while, the silence dominating the room. It was finally broken when Lightning finished hers and set it down loudly on the table. Thunderlane looked up at her from his own cup as she hopped off her chair.

“Thanks for the coffee.” She said plainly before she headed towards the door and out the kitchen.

Thunderlane didn’t know what possessed him to immediately jump off his own chair and head after her. He skidded into the living room to see her adjusting her saddlebags by the door.

“Wait!” He said, drawing her attention. “That’s it?”

Lightning cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

“That’s it?” Thunderlane had a look of confusion on his face. “Get wasted, take a stallion home, fuck his brains out, thank him for the coffee…” He shook his head. “…and that’s it?”

“Pretty much.” Lightning said simply.

“But…” Thunderlane was silent for a moment. “Why?”

Lightning shrugged. “Stress reliever. Works wonders.”

“Wow…” Thunderlane shook his head with a disbelieving smile. “So I was just a piece of meat then?”

Lightning cringed a bit. “Please don’t look at it that way.”

“Well then how the hell else am I supposed to look at it?” Thunderlane snapped.

“Oh Celestia…” Lightning brought a hoof up and rubbed her aching head. “This is not what I need right now.”

“Ohh…” Thunderlane drawled out with an eye roll. “So sorry to be such an inconvenience to you.”

Lightning brought her hoof back down and gave him a nasty glare. “What...the hell...do you want me to say?”

Thunderlane returned her mean look. “Well for starters, how about a little more than ‘thanks for the coffee’?”

“Look…” Lightning Dust gave a heavy sigh. “It’s been a rough month for me, alright? I have a lot of shit going on right now and I don’t need to complicate it.”

“Ohh…” Thunderlane drawled out again with an irritated look. “So I’m a complication now?”

Lightning groaned. “Don’t take it so personally. Last night didn’t mean anything. Hell, it could even be classified as a mistake.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m unfamiliar with it.” Thunderlane said with a frown. “I’ve been through it before.”

“Then why are you questioning it?” Lightning asked.

“I…”

Thunderlane blinked.

Why was he questioning it? This whole situation seemed like a mistake from the start, he had to agree with her. Now she was about to leave and the entire messed up ordeal could be over.

So why couldn’t he let it?

Thunderlane’s ears fell flat.

“That’s what I thought.” Lightning turned to the door but looked at Thunderlane again. “It’s better this way, ok? Trust me when I say it. Last night didn’t happen. End of story.”

With that, Lightning Dust turned around and approached the door, reaching a hoof out to open it up. It swung outwards until the outside was revealed, the rays of the afternoon sun lightning up the threshold slightly.

For a long moment she just stood in the doorway, not moving a muscle. Thunderlane merely cocked an eyebrow at her, thinking she would have taken off the moment the morning air rushed over her. Instead she just stood there, head drooping a little bit.

Lightning turned her head around to look at him, not moving from her place. There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes, one that Thunderlane had not seen from her yet. She looked between him and the door a few more times before she let her head fall with a heavy sigh.

“Fuck it.” She muttered before flapping her wings and heading back towards Thunderlane.

The stallion instinctively closed his eyes tight, as he had a feeling what was coming. The aura that she let off ever since she woke up indicated that she wanted to hurt him. Badly. It looked like now she was finally going to do just that.

He could not help but wonder if he deserved it. Regardless of whether or not they were both flat-out wasted, he still frowned on any…amorous activities while under the influence. Not that it hadn’t happened over the years, and each and every time it had he’d been disgusted with himself.

This time was not any different. Thunderlane stood up straight with his eyes still closed, waiting for her to get her hit in. A punch to the face, a kick to the gut, a full-on head-butt…it didn’t matter to him. The least he could do at this point was take it like a stallion.

A stallion who was still ashamed of this entire situation.

And so there he stood, the seconds seeming like eternities in themselves. From Lightning Dust he expected many things, a black eye, a broken tooth, maybe even a concussion.

What he did not expect was the soft pair of lips that pressed gently against his.

Thunderlane’s eyes instantly shot wide open, seeing the closed ones of the mare who was right in front of him. The shock on his face lasted only a moment before his brain processed how incredibly velvety her lips felt. The moment it did his eyes slowly closed back, with his body leaning forward into the kiss.

Lightning did not really have any meaningful intentions behind it. For her it was a spur of the moment choice just for the hell of it. She only meant it as a simple gesture, one that said both sorry and thanks.

Sorry for being a pain in the ass and abusing you, and thanks for putting up with me and helping me blow off some steam.

Other than that, it was intended as nothing else. A gesture that was not to be taken any other way. Just a quick, casual kiss. In and out, five seconds at most.

Thunderlane leaned forward, pressing his surprising warm and soft lips into hers.

Five seconds.

A small, gentle wave of warm air was exhaled out of his nose, tickling the fur of her face. The feeling caused her eyelids to flutter a little.

Ten seconds.

Lightning leaned in even further, to the point where their soft chests were pressed against each other. Both could feel each other’s heart rate slowly accelerating.

Fifteen seconds.

She let in a sharp intake of breath through her nose as Thunderlane brought his forelegs up and across her fur. One hooked around her torso to gently support her, while the other began to run through her mane. Lightning followed suit and wrapped hers around him as well, pressing their bodies even closer together.

Twenty seconds.

Lightning’s tongue seemed to get a mind of its own, snaking its way out of her mouth and prodding at Thunderlane’s lips. The stallion parted them and his own tongue moved forward to meet hers. Instead of a wild fight for dominance that they had come to expect from one another, their tongues instead intertwined and gently massaged each other.

It was at that point that Lightning Dust lost count.

In fact, her mind could not focus on anything else at that moment other than the sensations it was being bombarded with. Their tongues continued to slowly dance and circle around each other as their hooves ran across each other’s backs, and through each other’s manes.

Thunderlane was just as lost in the action at that point as she was, gently cocking his head to get a better lock on her mouth with his. Even during the action their lips did not separate once.

All of the unexpected and intense sensations…the warmth and taste of his tongue, the feeling of his hoof running through her mane, the tempo of his heart beating against hers…it was all a bit overwhelming for Lightning Dust. She showed it when she let off a small, shaky moan into his mouth.

After another minute of the storm of sensations the need for air finally caught up to the two ponies. Their lips finally pulled away from each other, but just enough that they were able to take a few shaky breaths. After a few moments of doing such their eyes opened to meet each other again.

They did not blink once for quite a few long seconds, simply gazing half-lidded at one another, taking long breaths to refill their lungs. Their muzzles were barely an inch from one another, every wave of warm breath running gently across the other’s face. At some point during their intimate display their wings had extended outwards, but neither had noticed in the moment. Their legs were still wrapped around each other, although no longer caressing. Just holding.

Lightning could not deny it. She wanted more. The ending of such a euphoric feeling left her with nothing but want. She wanted so badly to lean back in and taste him again. Feel him again. Be held so close again.

After a few seconds, she came down off the sensory high, and her eyes widened slightly. She suddenly pushed off of Thunderlane, breaking out of his grasp and jumping backwards. Thunderlane stayed right where he was, sitting on his haunches and blinking out of his stupor.

A peculiar expression was written across Lightning’s face, a mix of fear, uncertainty, and confusion. She stared in shock at him for a few moments before her ears folded down and she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes darted wildly off to the sides as a blush spread across her face.

Thunderlane could tell she was distressed. Clearly that little act had meant a little more to her than she intended, and it frightened her. He was a little confused as well, but did not let it shake his resolve too much.

“I…” Thunderlane thought for a moment, forming a ghost of a smile. “Did…that not happen either?”

It was only intended as a quick little quip to try to alleviate the distress that Lightning was showing. It did not have the desired effect, however, and she quickly turned and headed towards the still open door. Her wings extended as she stopped at the threshold, once again paralysed.

After a few seconds she turned back to face him again. She opened her mouth to say something, but it just stayed that way for a moment or two. No words were formed. Her ears folded down as her eyes stared into those of the stallion across the room. Written in them was an unmistakable emotion.

Sadness.

Her eyelids drooped a bit before she turned back around and gave a quick flap of her wings. She quickly took off out the door at great speed, much as a sparrow might to elude a falcon. A gust of air signaled her departure, and the sound of her wingbeats faded into the distance before disappearing altogether.

She was gone.

Thunderlane stared out the door for a few long seconds, not really sure what to do. Eventually he got up off his haunches and approached the threshold. He looked out into the sky and could just barely make out a turquoise dot as it crested toward the horizon, headed somewhere northwest.

As he stood there, two thoughts surged to the fore of his mind. One demanded that he go after her, although he had no idea why. The other merely instructed him to close the door and return to finish his coffee.

Seeing as the first could present no compelling evidence as to why, he decided to go with the second. The door was lightly shut before he turned around and returned to the table. He sat down before pulling his mug back over. Although it was cool by now, he did not let it stop him from quickly downing the rest of it before setting the cup back on the table.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he sat back in the chair, his mind adrift in thought. He did not know why he was dwelling on this so much. Like she said, it was a stupid situation. It never should have happened in the first place. It was just the results of a pair of ponies who got drunk and made a bad decision.

And even if it wasn’t such a bad decision, it didn’t have to mean anything. Thunderlane had plenty of one night stands before, most of the mares not being interested in a long-term relationship. The ones that were either got flat-out rejected or, at best, were dated for a while before being dumped.

Thunderlane shook his head at the memories. All of the stupid, shameful memories of a wild life that he thought he had left behind. And yet here he was doing it yet again, waking up with a stranger.

Or at least that’s how it should have felt.

Thunderlane let off a groan as he held his aching head. Why was he dwelling on this so much? What was so different about this time? What was so different about her?

The part of him that had told him to go after her spoke up again.

That kiss…

It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

But you liked it. You liked it a lot.

The sex was great too, what bits he could remember. But that didn’t mean that he was ready to chase after her.

Sex is one thing, in your case. But a kiss is something entirely different.

How?

Because of that spark you felt. Face it, you felt more passion in that short minute than you have felt in your entire miserable, meaningless love life.

Thunderlane shook his head lightly, something that only caused his headache to flare up yet again. He winced before letting out a heavy sigh. Regardless of the implications that single action might have had, she was gone now, and that was for the best.

Now they could just continue on with their lives.

Because your life is just so fulfilling otherwise, isn’t it?

Thunderlane was really beginning to hate his inner voice right now. He set his head down on the table, really wishing for something to take his mind off of the entire situation.

“Thunderlaaaaane!” Rumble whined from the other room.

Thunderlane winced from the high pitch that seemed to burrow into his skull. “Yeah?”

“Why is my bed all wet?”

Author's Note

Ugh....finally.

Sorry this took so long. You see GeneralLiberator had a brilliant idea. He figured that since a chapter about drunken ponies having drunken sex was written by him while he himself was also drunk, it should only be appropriate that the next chapter, one about hung-over ponies having an awkward hung-over morning after was written by him while he himself was also hung-over.

Turns out that idea sounded a lot better in his head before he was suffering through on-and-off headaches over the course of several days. Let it be written in stone here today that GeneralLiberator is going to stay as far away from alcohol as humanly possible for...oh gee, I don't know...the next twenty years or so.

But it's done now. Thank god.

Anyway, whether or not I will visit this idea in the future is completely up in the air. I don't really know, but I couldn't help but get attached to this ship as I wrote this. It just seems to make sense to me. [INSERT STORM PUN HERE]

We will see what happens. But anyway, thanks to all the readers for their support, thanks to AShadowOfCygnus for cleaning up my attempt to write while undergoing the mother of all headaches, and a special thanks to Tylenol for helping me through my first hangover.

Catch y'all later.

-The Liberator