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[darkest0knight]

Oh God, I'm gonna die.

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[dresden4hire]

Yes Tony, you are.

[darkest0knight]

Thanks for the reassurance.

[dresden4hire]

You were dying before you ever drank anything though, if that's any consolation.

[darkest0knight]

Not really. Thanks for trying though, Har.

[dresden4hire]

Ah, well, I tried.

[darkest0knight]

I don't suppose there's a nifty hangover-be-gone spell you can teach me?

[dresden4hire]

I can, but it gives you a headache when you cast it.

I do have something for you though.

[ooc: I haven't talked to Saya-mun about it to double check, but I'm going to pretend his jacket is done.]

[darkest0knight]

I don't think it can be worse than the headache I already have.

You do?

[dresden4hire]

Yeah, I do. Can you throw on some sunglasses or something and meet me?

[darkest0knight]

Um. Yeah, sure. Give me a few minutes.

[dresden4hire]

Alright, grab your sword and I'll meet you outside your place.

[ooc: comment spam?]

[darkest0knight]

My sword? Harry, I've got to tell you, I don't think I'm up to slicing shit open today.

[ooc: later? I have to go out shortly.]

[dresden4hire]

I promise, no slicing Tony.

[ooc: okay, that works for me.]

[darkest0knight]

Alright then. By the fountains in fifteen minutes?

[dresden4hire]

That works just fine. See you then.

fiifteen minutes later

[darkest0knight]

[a very ragged-looking Tony arrives at the fountain, sword almost dragging at his side]

Hi, Harry.