What if...
you were
at some bar, say in downtown L.A., sipping your drink,
basically
just doing that, when a guy sits down next to you, obviously
at least
half drunk, looking for conversation. And when you look at him
you almost
fall off your chair-- it's indeed David Duchovny!! You don't
tell
him you recognize him, though; soon you find yourself talking to
him.
After a while you are certain he's depressed for some reason (he
won't
really tell you), he is fully drunk now, happy he's found someone
to talk
to-- and he's not wearing his wedding band.
And the night is young.
WHAT DO YOU DO??
:evil
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