HEY CoW, WAKE THE FECK UP!

[not_a_liberator]

/STAGGERS OUT INTO THE STREET, PISS DRUNK AND YELLING TO HIMSELF

/clumsily knocks over a trash bin in the process, practically tripping himself

Th' feck--

/vision swimming, he sees a news vendor in the distance. Thinking it to be Fontaine, he furiously punts the trash can out of his path as he stumbles over to it, grabbing it and shaking it.

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[fuckingbombs]

/walks by, and notices this... interesting sight. Rather curious as to what the man is blubbering about in his drunken stupor, and why he is pummeling the hell out of a poor vendor, he approaches, cautiously

Atlas... are you... well?

/thought through this, but goes against his better judgement anyway and reaches a hand out to give the Irishman's shoulder a small shake

[not_a_liberator]

/turns to him, stalls in pummeling the machine

Kyburz, yer just in time! Ye can watch me stick it to this arsehole!

[fuckingbombs]

/stares blankly for a moment before squinting, trying to see what the heck Atlas is seeing. ... Obviously, he can't.

... What arsehole, mate?

That there is a news vending machine.

[not_a_liberator]

...wha-/hic

Ye... need glasses.

/accidentally knocks the stand over, startled by the unexpectedly loud sound of the crash

[fearmyblowtorch]

/rushes after Atlas

Don't hurt yaself! Ya gotta stand up ta the fatcats ta-night, remember?

And some other "business", too, ta-night. >u>

I fucking lose it over that icon EVERY TIME

[not_a_liberator]

I ain't gonna hurt meself, Nor. The rest o' those arse lickin' gobshites can wait...right now...right now I got...

/SMASHES HIS HAND INTO THE GLASS WINDOW OF THE VENDOR AND RIPS OUT A NEWSPAPER

/look of mild, drunken confusion

.../hic

Paper! Would ye look a' tha', boyo? I told ye...told ye eightball was always full o' shite.

Pffff, so do I <3

[fearmyblowtorch]

You're bleedin'!

/grabs Atlas and pulls him away from the news vendor, then lightly slaps him on the cheek

Goddamnit, stop bein' such a drunken slag, and wake up! The workers need ya!

[not_a_liberator]

I saw Roiyan an' 'e offered me a drink and I guess I just lost it and he was kindasortablazedalreadyandmemoodjus'kindagotworsefromthereandthenicouldn'treallystopdrinkinandooohprettybutterflies

[bigbaldbronco]

[From across the street, he watches the drunken buffoon, an overly-amused smirk playing on his lips. With a casual flick the ashes from his cigar explode like a miniature firework on the bottom of the ashtray. The ice in his glass shifts, the man taking a sip of the golden alcohol, gaze never leaving the poor man's attempts to throttle a newsstand.]

"Stupid fucker." he chuckled to himself. "And I wonder why I like ta drink down in this dump."

[not_a_liberator]

SLUGBUCKET--
LANGER--

/stops abruptly, giving the device a final shake before before scrutinizing it through the shifting clarity of his vision

...wait.

...s'ain't Fontaine...

/fumbles backwards, somewhat embarrassed in his drunken stupor but more so dismayed than anything that is isn't him. Quickly glancing around, he's relieved barely anyone is around to notice him. That is, until his eyes land on Fontaine.

I think I like this icon too much...

[bigbaldbronco]

[Keeping Atlas' gaze proved to be no problem, despite the man's intoxication. Without a word, though it was unlikely the Irishman would have heard him even if he shouted, Fontaine took a drag on the cigar, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the world. His thoughts breifly shifted from the amusing sight, to the plamsid power in his left hand and the switchblade in his right pants pocket. Thoughts to Atlas again, he sneered, a bold and taunting 'come and get me.']

It's pretty much Fontaine's default expression. (Also, apologies for shitty reply )

[not_a_liberator]

[Atlas had long grown silent in terrific embarrassment, sending a glower to the man across the way. He tried to mentally collect himself the best he could, waiting for his vision to clear completely and inwardly insisting that perhaps he could still do something about Fontaine while not exactly in the rightest of mind.

The way Fontaine remained so poised came as no surprise to Atlas. Still, his challenging expression sparked something inside of him. Much like a fuse that proved to brush off the embarrassment of the minutes before. Mostly ignored, the shillelagh attached to the back of his belt suddenly felt heavy and yet as his hand twitched for it, he caught himself. Civil. He insisted. Be civil. The oncoming frustration began to make his head pound, but he ignored it for the most part as he made is way over.]

[nogodsnokings]

/Walks by, taking notice of the apparently crazy man attacking the news vendor, but continuing on his way. This is nothing new.

... Wait...

/Turns around and does a double take.

Atlas? What the fuck are you doing?

/Realizes maybe he shouldn't have given him that whiskey after all.

[not_a_liberator]

ROIYAN!

Jus' great! Me two favorite capitalists!

/motions to the now busted news vendor, hiccuping

Fontaine, ye already know Roiyan. Roiyan, I'm sure ye know Fontaine!

[nogodsnokings]

/decides to play along

Well, hello again Fontaine. You're looking better than usual, I must say.

/looks at Atlas again

Exactly how much did you have? You had the vodka I gave you, then the whiskey... anything else?

/his own drunkenness is wearing off pretty fast

[not_a_liberator]

/looks thoughtful for a second, then dawdles and counts on his fingers

Well, had somma wha' ye gave me...wandered 'round the Drop fer a bit... Roiyan, ye could learn a thing 'er two 'bout hospitality from 'em...

[scrapped_idea]

/startled awake

Ow -Ow! Hey! This is my trashcan! I sleep in this thing!

/bites Atlas's leg

[not_a_liberator]

ASLFDGJKHSF

/clumsily attempts to kick his assaulter off but falls over, knocking the wind out of himself instead

Owww, jaysus...