We'll be fine. He usually sleeps pretty damn late and--[This is the part where God or whoever reminds Charlie that he doesn't actually like her that much because down the hall she hears Peter yelling. Her eyes widen and she looks at Ed, trying to not grin too much. She listens to Peter's voice more, tilting her head slightly.] I don't think he's between us and the front door.
[She's not about to struggle with her shoes, both of them now in her hands. She's pretty much ready to run for it at this point, hangover be damned.]
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[She's not about to struggle with her shoes, both of them now in her hands. She's pretty much ready to run for it at this point, hangover be damned.]