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[littlebetter]

"Anyone know how in hell to get a drink in this place?"

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[mancalledspade]

"Plothole'll set you up nice and fancy, or you can go find Constantine. You alright there, buddy?"

[littlebetter]

Gaheris gives him a look half-scornful and half-skittish, a peculiar mixture of bitter and broken. "I'm fine."

[mancalledspade]

"Sure. Enjoy your drink, then."

[littlebetter]

He laughs.

[mancalledspade]

"Something funny?"

[littlebetter]

"You're all the same."

[mancalledspade]

"I don't doubt it, but what were you referring to?"

[littlebetter]

Shaking his head, "Nothing. I've got to get drunk."

[mancalledspade]

He shrugs. "I'd offer to join you, but I'm afraid I'm not far enough from my last hangover for it to sound very appealing."

[littlebetter]

"Rather do it alone, at any rate."

[mancalledspade]

"Then why are you still standing here talking to me?"

[littlebetter]

"You asked a question, and I'm a fool. There's a reason." This time he turns away.

[mancalledspade]

"I asked three questions, and that's really the only one of the three, you answered." He shook his head, taking a drag on a cigarette. "There's help to be had if you want it, but I'm not going to stop a man from drinking who wants to look for help in the bottom of a bottle. I've done it myself too often."

[littlebetter]

"So you're keeping count just to prove me wrong. You sound like my brother." He casts a new glance at Spade, his eyes disturbed. "No, I've tried. I'm tired. I'm giving the hell up to-day."

[mancalledspade]

Spade frowned. "I have better ways to amuse myself than aggravating a man whose clearly at the end of his rope. But I'm not gonna twist your arm to get you to talk about it if you don't want to, either."

[littlebetter]

Gaheris prefers to have secrets, anyway. In his family they're matter of course. He hesitates, holds himself very still. "--Thank you." Still manages a hint of irony in his voice.