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[wingsofsilver]

Who's up for screwdrivers? Bring your own OJ.

[All his lols. Also, he's going to pretend last week never happened.]

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[chatwithdeath]

I am. Where is this happening?

[And don't tell her drinking doesn't solve her problems. She's going to get the OJ now]

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[wingsofsilver]

[Drinking solves all the problems.]

My place. Though if you pass out on my floor, I'll sic the cats on you.

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[chatwithdeath]

That's fine with me.

[On her way]

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[wingsofsilver]

... you're not bringing the mom, are you?

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[chatwithdeath]

Of course not. Alice is staying home.

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[wingsofsilver]

Thank fuck. I've had it up to here with cats.

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[chatwithdeath]

I'm a little tired of animals in general right now. Let's get drunk and save this discussion for later.

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[wingsofsilver]

O...kay...?

[Curiosity piqued, the cat lady is tired of animals. He needs to ask about this when she gets over there.]

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[chatwithdeath]

[Don't call her a cat lady. She's not in the mood. Anyway, there's that knocking at the door.]

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[wingsofsilver]

[The door gives it's usual chirpy greeting "Hi hi darling~" before swinging open, presumably since Gin has given the OK earlier. Inside, Gin's pulling an ice tray out of the freezer and drinking an already made screwdriver.

Velvet and the other cats, surprisingly, are not to be found.]

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[chatwithdeath]

[Naomi enters with her carton of orange juice. Don't ask; she wants to get smashed.]

Hello Gin.

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[wingsofsilver]

[He knows the look, rather than ask he'll just hold a hand out behind him for the carton after giving her a quick glance.]

Hey. Grab me a glass would you? Cupboard on the right from the fridge. [Meanwhile, he's going to be checking the tap water to see if it's still smells like you could disinfect the plague in it.]

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[chatwithdeath]

[She hands the carton over and walks over to the cupboard. One glass and she's back, setting it on the counter.]

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[wingsofsilver]

[He takes the carton and sets it on the counter beside him while sticking his fingers under the running liquid and taste-testing it. YEP, still rubbing alcohol pretty much. Taking the glass with a brief thanks, he fills about an inch and a half's worth before shutting off the tap and going for the ice tray he pulled earlier.

A few cubes, some OJ later... finished and offered to Naomi after a quick stir.]

So? Do you want an ear or would you rather drink? [Might as well ask before letting her push her liver one step closer to extinct.]

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[chatwithdeath]

Drink first, ear later...

[She accepts the drink and takes a swig. Damn, the vodka was stronger than she was expecting... oh well.]

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[wingsofsilver]

Fair enough. [He'll just go back to drinking his own while gesturing to the living room.]

Take a seat.