Okay, so who was the fucking baby?

[Private to Uhura]

I'm going to the fucking pub. I'm getting a bottle of whiskey.

You're not stopping me. You just are fucking not. Neither is this goddamn barge.

[Private to West]Who the fuck was that fucker in your place? Because I ought to punch the bastard ( Read more... )

[He sounds tired and frustrated, but mainly like he's scowling at all of you - he's semi-coming out of being holed up/freaking out a little and is catching up with things - he can't deal with being out of the loop for too long ( Read more... )

((ooc: Paddy hasn't been paying attention to his journal because he's reading this as nasty-withdrawal-dreams. Feel free to read strikes, he's a bit too :/ atm.))

fuck this. Just fucking fuck this. I haven't even fucking how can I be this isn't fucking fair

[Private to Castiel]I'm locking myself in my room. I have my reasons, don't fucking ( Read more... )

[Private to Prefect - Snoop can read too]I'm right in thinking you were the guy after a drink or two, right? And the bastards were being a bit stingy with it, from what I saw ( Read more... )

[There’s a brief shuffling throughout, as Paddy’s pacing his room. He’s loud, brash and has a strong Belfast accent when he talks - at first, he sounds outright angry ( Read more... )