HEY CoW, WAKE THE FECK UP!
/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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/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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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
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Kyburz, yer just in time! Ye can watch me stick it to this arsehole!
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... What arsehole, mate?
That there is a news vending machine.
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Ye... need glasses.
/accidentally knocks the stand over, startled by the unexpectedly loud sound of the crash
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Actually, I can see just fine. You need to sober up.
/pauses, waiting until the crash noises fade with a wince
...How much did you have, anyway?
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Kyburz. I need ye to do me a favor.
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/hesitantly speaks, after a moment
... What kind of favor, Atlas?
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I need ye to help me...hide the evidence.
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... The evidence.
/looks toward the news vendor, deadpan. Then looks back at Atlas. Weighs over answers in his mind. ...Atlas is a very scary drunk indeed. Whispers now, playing along.
...Alright, alright. I'll help you.
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TO THE DOCKS!
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Oh! Ah... excellent!
... oh, bugger me.
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/hic
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