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[fatespoken]

[ A haze of low voices drifts across the audio. Languorous words from the tongues of five am sleepwalkers and barflies, whose minds keep them running on the vapors of thin, early hours. There's the sound of someone pressing communicator keys, followed by a loud curse-  merda - as clumsy hands knock the device into camera mode. All he wanted was to check the weather or something. Lo and behold, there is Amory Felix with a complexion as flush as the cast of red-yellow light draping over him.  ]

Hey. A coke with rum. 

[ The words are set beneath a grumble, as he slides the device to the side, hitting an empty glass with a loud clink. ]

He sits at the bar, looking-- staring at something. Maybe the bartender he just ordered from. Or maybe he's even thinking, contending with the teeth currently gnawing dully at his conscious. His eyes widen and his lips draw to a small smirk as if silence just told a funny joke.  ]

You—You're definitely a two. [ And he can't help but chuckle. ]

[ooc: action is fine, if your character would be out barhopping at 5 am! >> ]

Comments

[eiremagic]

Oh, for fuck's sake. Are yeh serious?

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[fatespoken]

Shit-

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[fatespoken]

[ His voice? Reminiscent of a kid just caught with his hand in the cookie jar. ]

Five. Six if you tried harder.

[eiremagic]

....oh, fuck yeh.

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Not bar hopping but just... network hopping. Sleep is for the weak.]

Up late? Or bloody early.

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[fatespoken]

I close at 4 AM. Take a guess, Ginny.

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Never quite took you for a morning person, so I'll have to guess up late, of course. Still, good morning.

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[turnedyesterday.livejournal.com]

So, uh.

Whatcha doin'?

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[fatespoken]

Going sober.

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[fatespoken]

[ And there's just the longest sigh here. ]

Nine. Especially with the teeth.

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[synanthrope]

[She's hunting, mostly because she's hungry, when she slips up next to him. She doesn't look at him right away, she's too busy ordering a gin and tonic that she intends to pretend to drink. She's sleekly dressed in black and blue and high heels]

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[fatespoken]

[ Now, Saya is the sort of woman who catches Amory's attention. Carries herself well, dresses even better. She's a bonafide woman if not a femme fatale. He plays it cool of course, drawing a sip of his coke and rum; side eye to discreetly take her in. Or at least, he attempts to be discreet. Intoxication distorts everything. Curses too. ]

Nine.

[ He says it against the edge of his glass, as he takes a sip. ]

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

What's a two?

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[fatespoken]

This eyesore right in front of me.

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[never_very_good]

[Frankie looks weary and annoyed, he heard that bit about the rum and coke.]

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

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[fatespoken]

What the fuck does look like I'm doing?

Can't do it.

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[fatespoken]

... Eight.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

How long was that? Couple of weeks?

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[fatespoken]

I got lost on my way home, Chase. Turned the wrong corner, and had to go inside to ask for directions.

[ He's just. digging nails into the wood right now. ]

[fatespoken]

You're just here to be an asshole, Chase.

[ SIGH. ]

Seven.

[adamantined]

So did the drink you aren't supposed to be touching wind up in your face?

[fatespoken]

Call it a curse.

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[fatespoken]

Seven. Five, for the whole package.

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[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Weren't you trying to sober up?

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[fatespoken]

I weighed the benefits against my losses.