Oct 04, 2009 00:04
(Tony is lying face-down on his bed, shivering and looking slightly nauseous. There is a glass of what looks like water next to the bed, it smells strongly of alcohol.)
*sniff*... euuugh... it's cold... w-what t'h hell.... (he rolls over and sits up, before pulling the blanket over his head to try and keep warm)
What the hell is wrong with t-this water, anyway... Hey, Vayne. D'you reckon you could s-synthesise something that--
(he pulls the blanket down so his head sticks out) H-huh? Vayne? Vaa-ayne...?!
Crap... Vayne, are you t-there?! Oh, shit...
Ehh--hh....
fuck its cold,
hong kong,
totally not a complete lightweight,
vayne