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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 19, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
Sebastian could have stood up on that table and dance the night away, going from song to song and rocking out. But he'd need something to quench his thirst, and by the looks of Alyson she wasn't planning on getting him a drink. He narrowed his eyes at her a bit wondering if she was trying to test him now.
Effortlessly he hopped off the table and started to unbutton his shirt as he made his way to the kitchen himself, knowing the liquor cabinet was more than likely open if she had a bottle of her preferred drink with her on the couch. He just hoped she didn't spill it and if she did then he couldn't promise he wouldn't get pissed off about it.
Opening the liquor cabinet once more he looked around and pushed a couple of bottles out of his way before he spotted a bottle of aged rum. Sebastian liked his liquor aged. The taste was much smoother going down and the alcohol content was always the right potency in his opinion. He uncapped the glass bottle and tossed the cap on the counter. He took a long swig from the elegant looking bottle and did a spin, his shirt flying around him and showing his bare torso.
"I don't give free shows." He commented, a little late since she had told him not to stop dancing and singing on her account while he was still in fact, dancing and singing. He still had a bit of a groove in him however and with the bottle he made his way towards the balcony once more.
The breeze felt nice on his tough skin and he took another hearty swig of the liquor before he began to move his hips again to the music. One thing that Sebastian definitely had was swagger. There was no denying it. He was confident in the way he was able to move to the music.
"Not a dancer?" He called back inside to Aly and looked over his shoulder to her. If she was going to be drinking then maybe she'd loosen up. He'd like to see how she acted when she was wasted, hoping that it made her a horny tramp the way it did for so many other women.
"Come on, life's a party. Might as well get up and dance!" He told her and started to sing along to the music again. This time he made a face, furrowing his brows and bending his knees while holding a hand out for dramatic effect like he was singing his heart out to her.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 19, 2012 21:28:22 GMT -5
"I don't give free shows." She sneered at him and mumbled, "Good. I didn't really wanna see it anyway." Truth was she was impartial to him dancing and singing. He could do it all night if he wanted as long as he left her alone. But he was still dancing despite saying his shows weren't free.
It was hard not to look since it was the only entertaining thing in the room. She took small sips and nibbles her eyes following him as he sang. He wasn't half bad.. more so she hated to admit he looked good dancing, too. His body was one she would have liked to see on a partner, except for his back but his shirt was covering that.
The liquor was making her hot now and she put the cheese down and then lifted her fingers to the tie around her neck, pulling it loose. Then she fiddled with the top couple buttons to let a little air in. That was the perk to women's clothing. The only perk. They could wear sleeveless dresses in ninety degree weather and the men were still dressed for winter. She didn't envy that. She could feel the breeze from the open door slash on her face and now slightly bared chest and it felt nice as she took another sip, the liquor very quickly taking effect considering how much she had already consumed.
Her toes were tingling hard, the very first sign, and her chest was hot, the heat coming from the inside out. "Not a dancer? For a second she'd forgotten he was there, but her eyes moved back to him as her bare feet moved up to the edge of the couch, her knees bent in front of her again, spread apart at the knee a little. "Not for you." She shot back with a little smirk. It was like he was a boy hitting on her at a party and she was going through the familiar steps of turning him down simply because she could. She turned every man down who had ever approached her. Of course that never meant she wasn't going home with them, but if they were worth her time they would work at it. Alyson wasn't a cheap play date. She demanded a certain amount of work on her pursuers side, but at the moment she couldn't distinguish between Sebastian and the other idiots who had hit on her in the past. It was all the same.
"Come on, life's a party. Might as well get up and dance!" Her eyes stayed on him but she made no move to get off the couch, her feet remaining planted in front of her as she watched him sway his narrow hips around. When he pointed and sang dramatically to her she had a hard time holding back the smile, contorting her face a little and looking away. She didn't want him to know he could amuse her. She blamed it on the liquor, though.
Aly reached over and grabbed a throw pillow, tossing it in his direction. "You're a shit singer, you know that?" She shot at him, the slightest hint of amusement in her tone as she took another deep sip of the patron.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 19, 2012 21:40:31 GMT -5
Sebastian was giving the singer on the stereo a run for his money until a pillow hit him in the shoulder. He wasn't sure how to react to being hit with a pillow at first and he just sort of froze there, looking down at the pillow that had hit the floor just inside the threshold. She was obviously teasing him and he realized it was probably the liquor that was causing her to do that. He stood up straight and slid his foot underneath the pillow and used it to toss the pillow up into the air towards Alyson's general direction, since he couldn't control where it went too well with the top of his foot.
"You're the first to ever complain." He told her and walked back inside but leaving the balcony door open still. The cool air the rushed in felt nice especially since it was warm in the condo. He wondered if Prestine had turned up the heat for whatever fantasy she was trying to do that night.
He noticed the buttons that Aly had undone and he let his eyes wander across her chest, trying to see if he could get a peek nonchalantly. He was disappointed that he couldn't see anything and he hopped up onto the couch, standing there on the cushion as his feet sunk into it a bit.
"Are you going to make me drag you to your feet?" He rolled his eyes at her. He could tell that the liquor was loosening her up and she was actually enjoying herself for the most part. Or at least that's what it seemed like to him. He could have been wrong. But he stuck his hand out and looked down at her, stepping around her on the couch to try and make her move with the cushions as his weight shifted them around. He hopped over her to the other side and did the same over there, switching the rum from one hand to the next so he could offer her a hand once again.
"You know you want to." He taunted and wiggled his fingers at her. She was going to get up and dance with him, and he was going to get her blindingly drunk. It was going to be a good night.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 19, 2012 22:07:14 GMT -5
She didn't notice him looking at her chest since she had looked away from him, trying as hard as she could to make it seem like she was still miserable. She was, after all, but with every second that ticked by she became a little more inebriated. "Are you going to make me drag you to your feet?" She snorted, tipping the bottle to her lips again. "I can't make you do anything. You've made that clear." She shot back as he danced around her on the couch.
"Hey..st..hey! Quit that!" She was being jostled all around and it was throwing her off. The room had darkened some as most rooms tend to do when you're drunk, and was already spinning a little. Even with she was still conscious of what was happening around her even if she was unable to stop it.
"You know you want to." She scoffed. "You don't know what I want. You don't know anything." She said and laughed a little, seeing his hand wiggle at her to grab. She shoved it away but he was relentless and it appeared again. Aly's eyes moved up to meet his, furrowing her brows a little. She had a feeling that he wouldn't stop until she got her ass up, and if he did he would change the mood quickly. This scenario wasn't ideal, but she preferred it to the way he'd been the night before, and the liquor definitely made it easier to cope with her situation.
With an annoyed sigh she grabbed his hand and stood up on the couch, not really moving though the song had a catchy beat. "This is stupid." She said to him, looking bored already. Truth be told she was getting a little sleepy. "Besides, a couch is a terrible place to dance. It's just not sturdy." There was something a little off in the way she spoke now. Her thoughts weren't making complete sense in her mind anymore. Why wasn't a couch a good place to dance? It was nice and...couchy! She let her body sway a little, putting pressure on one foo then he other so she was at least moving to the beat a little.
Suddenly she grimaced. "I don't think I really feel like dancing." She told him, starting to turn her body away. "Especially with you. I've turned hotter guys down." She said snidely, giving him a fake smirk. She was definitely drunk now.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 19, 2012 23:16:15 GMT -5
"You don't know what I want. You don't know anything."
Her laughter made it all just a joke. Sebastian might not have known precisely what she wanted but he knew he would find out eventually. Maybe it would be months from now but he would find out what it was. For not, the laughter and joking was good enough for him. The way she could go from a stubborn little brat to a joking fool made her more entertaining to him. Women didn't usually entertain him. Neither did men in most cases. They were all the same to him, brainless little robots that were around for his pleasure and killing needs. But Alyson.. she actually gave him a run for his money and he liked it.
"This is stupid."
Sebastian looked at her standing there on the other cushion and he didn't skip a beat. "Well maybe you're stupid." He told her almost childishly but smirking all the while when he said it. It wasn't that he cared if he offended her, but he wanted to keep her drinking and see how comfortable she would make herself. He had the feeling that if she became upset then she would instantly sober herself up and storm off. That was just his hypothesis but he had a gut feeling he wasn't far off.
"Besides, a couch is a terrible place to dance. It's just not sturdy."
He didn't know what the hell kind of observation that was but he didn't care. He just raised a brow at her curiously, watching her shift her weight and move like a wet noodle trying to match the beat and was about to try and guide her off of the couch to the ground but she had another plan in mind apparently.
"I don't think I really feel like dancing." He could care less if she wanted to dance and was about to let her just sit back down until she kept talking. "Especially with you. I've turned hotter guys down." And that's when Sebastian had to scoff and roll his eyes.
When Alyson turned around he used this as an opportunity to take a step closer to her and even wrapped an arm around her waist to try and pull her closer to him. It wasn't forceful in any way or was it sharp. It was just an easy arm around her midsection and trying to guide her back up and close to him. He in turn pushed himself up against her so that he could get close to her ear. "I bet those guys wouldn't have given you the time of your life the way I can." The words practically rolled off his tongue he was so smooth in the way he said it. So confident in himself.
He wasn't sure if she was going to try and pull away from him but he decided that while he had the chance he'd use his hand to skillfully unbutton two of the buttons on the blouse that she was wearing, opening the top of it up more. He then tried to move the collar away from her neck and planted a kiss there. What he hoped would happen was she'd do one of two things in that moment. Either melt into his embrace and let him have his way with her, or the second and much better option in his opinion. Fight him a bit and struggle, but give in to him in the end.
Nothing like a good struggle to get him aroused.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 20, 2012 6:18:28 GMT -5
"I bet those guys wouldn't have given you the time of your life the way I can." It was her turn to scoff at him as he continued to act like a pompous prick, not even really noticing that he was holding onto her. Sure, she felt his arm slide around her and pull her close, but in her current state she thought he was just helping keep her standing since the couch was unsteady and she felt almost like she was going to fall anyway. She let him hold her up, not thinking much of it. Yet.
"You think way too highly of yourself." She countered to his remark with an eye roll as she leaned into him for support since her body seemed to be getting heavier by the second. "You couldn't give a girl the time of their lives if your own depended on it." She snorted, a hand moving to her face, covering her left eye as she let out a little drunken laugh. Why that was so funny to her was beyond her, but she laughed for a few seconds over it.
Suddenly, Alyson became conscious of what he was doing. Her head turned down as she tried to watch him unbutton the shirt she was wearing, then pull it aside as his lips met the sensitive skin of her neck.
Her jaw dropped a little and she stared off ahead of her blankly. Considering her state it actually felt good, and in a way she wanted him to continue. Her eyes slid shut and her brows furrowed deeply, knowing she wanted nothing to do with him. It was the liquor making her feel good, not him, and if she allowed him to continue she would hate herself in the morning and she knew it.
Alyson rolled her shoulders trying to move his face away from her neck, her hand on his around her waist, trying to pull it off. "Stop." She said flatly, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. "This isn't happening, got it? Not tonight, not ever. Now get the hell off of me." She said firmly, trying to get her wits about her.
Why the hell had she drank so much? Even though she'd stopped she had a good nine shots in her or so, just enough to really fuck her up. "I said get off!"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 20, 2012 21:24:40 GMT -5
"I said get off!"
That's exactly what Sebastian was trying to do, even though he knew that wasn't what she meant. "How about you don't talk? You're ruining it." He sneered close to her ear and held her close to him as she tried to pry him off of her.
It was just a swift move for him to spin her around so that he could step off the couch and push her down onto it and attempt to roll her onto her back. He had the advantage of his strength and weight to try and keep her down while he tugged at the straps of the suspenders she had on. He knew that if they came off her shoulders then the pants would be easier to slip off of her delicate frame.
"It's going to happen when I say it happens." Sebastian practically hissed at the girl and didn't bother to wait anymore as he began to tear at the pants that she was wearing which were actually his, and managed to tear the pocket. That in turn made the seam split down the right leg.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 20, 2012 21:38:04 GMT -5
"How about you don't talk? You're ruining it." Al wasn't sure who she hated more; Sebastian for doing this to her or herself for letting herself become so vulnerable? She had been stupid to drink, stupid to think that she could trust he wouldn't take advantage of her simply because he had failed to the night before.
She struggled hard against him, but his grip was firm and as she found out last night, it was pretty much impossible for her to break it. Before she could really know what was going on, she was down on her back, the room spinning dangerously around her. She grunted as she kicked at him, her arms swatting and scratching in his direction, as she bucked her hips trying to get off the couch and away from him, but he was pulling on the pants and she was so uncoordinated.. she was simply no match for the boy.
"It's going to happen when I say it happens." "Leave me alone!" She cried out desperately as the suspenders and the seam of the pants gave way simultaneously. She both heard and felt it as the breeze from the open door hit her bare skin. The girl let out another shriek of frustration trying her best to attack Sebastian in any way, knowing it was useless. Even if she did manage to free herself from his grasp, she wouldn't be able to escape him. She was doomed and the thought sickened her.
Between the screaming and the rawness of her throat from the liquor she had been pouring down it all evening, she started to feel ill. After her last yelp she gagged, which quieted her down and stopped the flood of fury coming from her flailing body.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 20, 2012 22:01:39 GMT -5
Her screams were something that he was used to hearing. The sound of someone screaming was like music to his ears, in fact. And it made his thoughts swim, thinking about her screaming his name for instance, and he felt his own pants beginning to tighten. But it wasn't long before the screams stopped and she started to gag and that was enough to make anyone go flaccid. He made a face of disgust and sat up a bit so he could roll her over on her side in case she did end up heaving the alcohol and few grapes that she had eaten, he didn't want her to choke in it. He'd rather it got all over the floor than see her continue to gag.
He shook his head and glared at her, pissed at the fact that it had ruined his mood but he wasn't about to screw a corpse. He might have been twisted but he drew the line there. "Relax." He told her in a bit of a cold voice and realized right away that it didn't sound soothing at all. He looked around the room, glaring at different points of the room so that he wasn't glaring at her.
"Are you finished?" He didn't even wait to hear her response. The idea of her puking all over him was enough of a buzz kill already and he got up off of her completely and pointed a finger at her sternly. "Stay right here." Sebastian said and started to walk away, keeping a sharp eye on her to make sure she didn't get up off the couch. He had a feeling that she was going to be sick from drinking so fast and so he made his way into the kitchen.
Reaching into the cabinet he pulled out a glass, the glass that she had shattered the night before had been cleaned up already. He turned out the faucet and filled the glass up with tap water before turning it off and heading back out into the living room to hopefully Alyson. She needed to hydrate or she was going to have a very unpleasant night.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 20, 2012 22:20:13 GMT -5
She was glad he stopped, her eyes watering more after she finished gagging. She felt awful and heaved when he turned her on her side, but she calmed down just enough to stop the inevitable. Nothing came up, not yet anyway. Alyson couldn't remember a time she felt so terrible. Not that she hadn't drank too much too quickly before. Hell, she was known for it as a younger girl, but this was different. She had never felt in danger when she drank so much. Now she feared he would force himself on her, and she just wasn't interested in that.
Why did he have to ruin everything? She had started having a decent time with him, the two of them throwing partial insults at each other, on the verge of laughing...and then he had to go and take it to a level that Alyson would probably never be comfortable taking it to. He was horrible!
"Stay right here." He warned and she looked up at him with angry, weary red eyes. Her skin was pale and her cheeks flushed. She watched him leave the room and the water turned on. She had maybe 10 seconds to get her ass up and away from him!
Her body felt weak but adrenaline kicked in and she got up off the couch, stumbling a little when the pants immediately fell down when she took a step away from the couch. Somehow she managed to catch herself before falling and took off towards his room, holding the pants up at the waist as she went, stumbling a little but knowing she needed to get away from him and FAST!
She darted down the hall and into his room, practically falling into the bathroom. she shut the door and locked it, backing away from it knowing it wouldn't be long until he was there banging on it, but it was the only way she knew to be safe.
Aly climbed into the bathtub, curling herself into the fetal position and holding her knees tight to her chest as she began to sob, actually afraid of what he'd do to her when he inevitably got his hands on her.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 20, 2012 22:39:15 GMT -5
When Sebastian came back into the living room Alyson wasn't where he'd left her. He could hear her footsteps and figured she'd go to the only room that she knew, which was his bedroom. He rolled his eyes and headed after her but halfway down the hall he heard a door slam. He could still see the dim light pouring into the hall from the open bedroom door so he figured it was probably the bathroom door.
Rounding the corner he entered the bedroom, glass still in hand and knew he was right when he saw the bathroom door shut. Sebastian moved close to the door and tapped on it with his middle knuckle and listened. He could have sworn her heard a sniffle, but he couldn't be entirely sure. So he knocked lightly one more time before he spoke. "Aly open the door." He said it as if she were being ridiculous and he rolled his eyes.
"I got you some water to help you sober up. You're too drunk and too stupid right now." He tried the doorknob and jiggled it but it was locked. He didn't want to break down his own bathroom door. He was trying to be more careful about the things he broke these days since getting someone to repair them would be too difficult with Aly there. She was less likely to sit there quietly the way that Prestine's rodents did.
"I'm going to count to three, and if this door isn't unlocked I'll just have to break it myself."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 20, 2012 22:56:58 GMT -5
She was trapped. There was no escape now, she had cornered herself, not that there would have been an escape if she'd stayed in the living room like she'd been told. When she heard the light knocking, her breath caught in her throat and she made herself even smaller. She needed to think of something! But what? "Aly open the door." His tone made it seem like she had been acting childish, that it had been silly for her to run off, but to Alyson it was the only logical thing she could think to do to keep herself safe from him.
"I got you some water to help you sober up. You're too drunk and too stupid right now." Her fingers were in her mouth, chewing at the nail as she stared terrified at the inside of the porcelain bathtub. There was no way she was opening that door!
"I'm going to count to three, and if this door isn't unlocked I'll just have to break it myself."
Her heart continued to pound and she gulped. "Go away!" She called out, shutting her eyes and wishing she were anywhere but there. anywhere at all! Hell, she would take the dentist over this! "Please, just....leave me alone!" It was a long shot, but maybe it would work? Maybe he'd actually turn around and walk away.
Or maybe he'd actually break the door down. She peaked her head up looking around for anything that could be considered a weapon. Of course she'd done that yesterday, but what harm was there looking again just in case?
Then...she saw it. The plunger! She sat up awkwardly and reached for it before sitting back down now, her back against the wall, the plunger up and ready to attack with! She would plunge his face RIGHT off if she had to!
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 20, 2012 23:18:34 GMT -5
"One."
Sebastian began his countdown. He could already sense that she wasn't going to open the door and he had no idea how she acted when she was drunk. In a way, he thought she was on the verge of paranoia and he didn't want his precious little Alyson to drop off the edge into insanity. There wasn't enough room for two insane bitches in that condo. Sebastian knew he was the sanest one of all at this point.
"Two."
He put his palm up against the door and then bent his fingers and started to let his nails claw down the door slowly, making a muted scraping noise. Almost like he was trying to taunt her in his own twisted sort of way. He did it slow enough so that every bump and flaw in the wood that they scratched over could be heard. At least to him. He didn't know if she was even listening at this point.
He began to think of what would be the best way to open the door without shattering it completely. He didn't want to have to climb over a splintered door to get to her. Especially if she was sitting on the floor. His best guess was she was either in the tub or near it. He didn't hear running water so she wasn't using the sink or the toilet.
"Three." He said calmly and looked down at the doorknob and realized that breaking the knob would be the best bet. If he just broke the locking mechanism then he'd do only minor damage to the door. So he took a step back away from the door and got ready. If he had been a normal man, it probably would have taken him five or six times before he'd make a mark. But fortunately for him, not so fortunately for Alyson, he wasn't a human man. His Gargoyle strength was just what he needed and when he kicked the knob trying to bend it and break it, it only took two good kicks before it broke and the door swung inward. Pieces of wood flew in the air and scattered all over the floor both in and out of the bathroom.
That's when he saw her. Sitting in the bathtub. With the plunger. He cocked a brow at her and even smirked. "Is this your master plan? A plunger?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 20, 2012 23:39:11 GMT -5
When he started to count she wondered if he would actually break down his own bathroom door or if he was saying it to try and convince her to open it. She would take her chances with the latter considering there was no way in living HELL she was getting up and unlocking that door. It would be like gift wrapping herself and saying, "Hey, my bad! Rape me!", which of course wasn't what she wanted. Not even a little.
His nails scraping at the door sent chills down her spine and she gulped, sinking low in the tub. Her bent knees were now as high as her head as her back curved low with the tub, her ass pressed against the heels of her feet. She held the plunger like a baseball bat, the rubber plunging part resting against the wall of the shower ready to swing if he came in.
When he said three she held her breath, but nothing happened. For a split second she felt like maybe she had called his bluff, but not a moment later there was a bang and she let out a sharp, startled yelp. She sank an inch lower as if trying to become part of the bathtub, but of course she wouldn't be able to.
By the second bang the door flew inward and it made her jump. Wide, terrified eyes met his condescending look.
"Is this your master plan? A plunger?" Her cheeks flushed more and she gripped the plunger so tight that her knuckles were white. "Stay the hell away from me, or so help me I'll... I'll..." Plunge him? Even in her state she knew how stupid it was. "Jesus, just leave me the hell alone!" She yelled, swinging the plunger in his direction.
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Mar 20, 2012 23:39:23 GMT -5
Soo muuch yeeelling! Prestine had become continuously distracted by the screams of her brothers new pet from the other room. She could tell they had disturbed Kitten as well, or at least she told herself that. Her bedroom was quiet aside from the little whimpers emitted from her own pet as she toyed with him. He would never dare scream out the way Sebastian's little whore had. When she heard the banging she decided it was not only time to go investigate, but to perhaps give him a pointer or two considering he was a novice when it came to handling humans.
"Now don't you move a muscle, kitten. Mama will be right back." She purred, running a nail down his bare chest. His hands were tied to the bed post, his eyes covered in a blindfold. She adored seeing him like that. She never grew tired of it, and this one was particularly cut with shaggy black hair that made chills run down her spine.
Patience. That's what Sebastian needed. Unfortunately for the tramps he brought home he had none. She casually made her way down the hall, coming into his room unannounced and seeing the bathroom door kicked in. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell what had just happened.
She moved to the broken door frame and leaned against it, sighing. "You need better control, Sebastian." She said simply before catching a glimpse of the girl in the tub swinging a plunger around. She couldn't help it. She had to laugh and turned away to do so. "Oh, Sebastian.." She said, near tears from laughing so hard. "You're hopeless, you know that?"
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