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[fatespoken]

[ There's a sharp breath, unsteady as it's drawn in— ]

Anyone... know how to get rid of the smell of smoke?

From drapes.

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[fatespoken]

If you pushed someone out the window, would you think of work?

[ And this is Amory lunging at Frankie, aiming for that bottle, metaphorical claws extended. ]

Give me my bottle, get the fuck out, and go screw yourself, Dalton.

[never_very_good]

[Frankie works in nice enough places that he doesn't have to deal with too many belligerent drunks. But he knows how. He puts his other arm up and holds the bottle back, out of reach, perversely calmer the angrier Amory gets.]

Already got someone to cover for you. You're welcome, by the way. So go clean yourself up.