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[blackrecords]

*Someone hasn't been taking the recent string of murders very well-- or rather, one victim in particular has him totally in shambles. Pulling himself together and trying to figure out who the murderer was only worked for so long, and after about four days of not being able to sleep Devit's at his breaking point and likely to lash out at just about

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[besomeothername]

[Peeks in from the hallway] You all right in there?

[blackrecords]

*Sniffle. Does he look alright?*

[besomeothername]

[Not, not at all. Goes to crouch beside him and put a hand on his shoulder]

[blackrecords]

*Jumps at the touch, turning to look at Lavi.*

[besomeothername]

Five bottles is a bit much, don't you think?

[blackrecords]

'M haven't drunk all of it yet.

[besomeothername]

Then might I interest you in a lovely beverage known as water?

[blackrecords]

I don't want it...

[besomeothername]

Your body will thank you tomorrow.

[blackrecords]

Don't care.

*Taking another drink from one of the bottles.*

[besomeothername]

[Picks up a couple of the bottles]

Then at least let me make you a good drink.

[blackrecords]

... Whatever. It all tastes the same.

[besomeothername]

[Picks up a few bottles as he rummages around for a mixer]

What's the special occasion?

[blackrecords]

... Have you heard about the murders?

[besomeothername]

[Nods and goes over to sit next to Devit]

They'll come back.