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He couldn't recall precisely how they had found the place. They were both disgusting - sweaty and off kilter in the way that only a rock show or a morning after could leave you. Considering that he was stuck carting around his little brother, he was happy to say it had been the former. Oliver had pulled their borrowed car into the parking lot of the dingy little convenience store somewhere around three in the morning and turned off the engine. Joshua was a dark form in the passenger seat fiddling with his seat belt.