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[the_docu_artist]

Sebastian was, for once not begging, as he was satisfied at the moment with his state of inebriation, and he was currently wandering the halls of the mansion, stopping anyone who walked by in an overenthusiastic, "Hello! How the hell are ya!"

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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney is a little surprised and suspicious of the enthusiasm. "Er, hey. Who the hell are you?"

[the_docu_artist]

"Hey, I asked you first," he leaned toward Sweeney. "You got a smoke?" he said with a grin.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney shrugs and digs a battered pack of cigarettes out of his jacket. "Alright, well to answer your question, I'm doing grand. Now who the fuck are you?" He holds the open pack out to Sebastian.

[the_docu_artist]

"Sebastian," he snags one, shoves it in his mouth and digs through his pockets for his matches. "Pleasure ta meet ya," he says, mumbled through the cigarette as he tried with a shaking hand to light the match.

[mad_leprechaun]

Watches his struggles with the match. "Well, Sebastian, I'm Mad Sweeney, and I'm a leprechaun with a lighter." He produces said lighter from his pocket and leans over the light the cigarette before taking one for himself and lighting it. Suave.

[the_docu_artist]

"Wow. I got leprechauns with lighters in my hallucination. Nice." he inhales deeply on his cigarette. "thanks, bub."

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney grins a bit at that. "Yeah, and I've got a cigarette-bumming human in mine, fancy that." He blows out a plume of smoke and eyes Sebastian. "So what're you on?"

[the_docu_artist]

Rapid change of mood. He scowls. "Why? I don't have nothin on me." he says defensively.

[mad_leprechaun]

Shrugs, keeping it casual. "Didn't think you did, just wondering where you got it." He winks, "I told a pretty lady I'd hook her up." It wouldn't be for Sweeney, oh no.

[the_docu_artist]

He shoves his hands in his pockets, fingering the baggie in his pocket.

"Porthole. Sometimes it has it, sometimes it doesn't. Gotta get lucky."

[mad_leprechaun]

"Right, porthole." He frowns slightly, luck? He went to the porthole all the time and he never found anything but bourbon. What the fuck? Wasn't he a fucken leprechaun? Shouldn't he by definition be lucky? "You have to do anything special? Like do a charm or wiggle your nose or some shit?"

[the_docu_artist]

"Wiggle my nose? Do I look like a fuckin bunny rabbit? No, I just look in there and its sitting there. Or its not, usually." He's shivering and smoking heavily on his cigarette, agitation in his voice.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney leans back and takes a slow drag on his own cigarette, considering.

"Well listen, next time it's in there how about you give me a shout, yeah? Maybe we can come up with some kind of... deal."

[the_docu_artist]

"What kind of deal?" he asks, suspiciously, sniffing and rubbing at his nose.

[mad_leprechaun]

Before answering he takes another drag on the cigarette. "I can pay you..." With leprechaun gold.

[the_docu_artist]

"I'm not a dealer..." he starts, but reconsiders. "What are you lookin for, exactly?"