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"Ooooh."

Sylvain 'Spidey' McAffree raised his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes. his head felt like it was being squeezed.

"Gotta' stop that. I'm not twenty anymore;" he chastised himself before swinging his legs off of the couch and standing up. Sylvain plopped right back down again, his head swimming. He lit a smoke instead.

How much did he drink last night? He really had no idea; all he knew is that it was too much. It always was.

Sylvain didn't think that he was an alcoholic; he didn't drink all that often. But when he did, you had better look out! he was a one man wrecking crew when it came to imbibing. It seemed the more he drank, the more he could drink. his doctor had said that a drink or two a day would be fine and could actually prove beneficial; it's just that Sylvain preferred to bank his and enjoy them all in one sitting.

"One of these days it's going to catch up with you," he snickered to himself, taking a big drag on his cigarette and exhaling the hot, acrid smoke. His mouth tasted like someone had taken a crap in it.

He stubbed his smoke out in the heaping ashtray on the coffee table and rose to his feet again, feeling slightly more sure-footed. Shuffling off towards the bathroom, he shed the previous night's wrinkled, slept-in clothes from his body, dropping them on the floor as he went.

In the bathroom, Sylvain turned on the shower then loaded his toothbrush with paste and began to scrub vigorously, working to remove the nasty film from his mouth and teeth. He stared in the mirror as he brushed, gazing blankly at his own reflection. Man his beard looked heavy! He'd just shaved yesterday but it looked like he had at least three days growth. He shrugged it off, rinsed his toothbrush, then loaded it up once more before stepping under the flow of water spraying from the shower head.

He worked the brush across his teeth and around his mouth once more before rinsing. He checked his teeth for cleanliness, running his tongue across the smooth enamel...

"Ow!" he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and inspected the end of it. It was bleeding! Sylvain put his thumb in his mouth and began fingering his canine teeth. Why the hell were they so sharp? He quickly soaped his body, rinsed off, and stepped from the shower, anxious to inspect his teeth.

He curled his upper lip and had a look. They were pointy, that was for sure, but they also seemed longer, like fangs. He grimaced. Sylvain thought he kind of looked like vampire. Cool!
He would go see his dentist

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