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[heavenonthemind]

Who: Judas Iscariot, Iago
What: Judas visits an already drunk Iago on the day of what would have been their two-year anniversary of 'marriage.'
When: Friday morning
Where: Iago's Room, 07 - 008.
Warnings?: IDK? Potentially? Hopefully should just be drunk antics on Iago's part.

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[inhumandog]

Almost soon as he was able to get his hands on the alcohol, and after he had gathered Renate from the Marquis like he promised, he was drinking. He supposed he had passed out that night, but he was awake for the moment, though the unfinished contents were in his hands, just waiting to be consumed. Today, he just wanted to be numb. Whether that meant he was just going to drink all day, or sleep all day, it didn't matter. Either way, he wanted this day to pass without incident. His communicator had been locked in a drawer somewhere (he couldn't recall where at the moment), to keep him from making a fool out of himself, and the dog was there to keep him company

[heavenonthemind]

Judas wasn't expecting a greeting and gave a simple, weak smile as his own. He entered and shut the door behind him, locking it more for Iago's safety than his own. Sexby wasn't happy with him this week and this wouldn't help things in any case. He looked over at the chair that he remembered sitting in so many times, sometimes on his own, sometimes on Iago's lap. But he looked back to Iago and the bottle. Oh. Well that explained how he'd even been let into the room. Instead of pulling up the chair, as he still meant this to only be a matter of a few minutes, the Apostle stood by Iago's bedside.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, keeping all emotions out of his voice, a simple question.

[inhumandog]

Iago gave a soft chuckle and held up the wine-in-a-milk bottle. It wasn't much, and it tasted terrible, but it got the job done and that's all he cared about. If he went blind, well, the Marquis could just shoot him- the man owed him that much.

There wasn't much left, though. And that was a problem to him. And actually, as soon as Judas shut the door behind him, Iago finished the rest of it and let the bottle fall. Hmm, maybe he'd spend the day in the bathroom, curled up on the floor.

"How am I? You have eyes, Judas. Use them."

[heavenonthemind]

Judas shifted his weight a little and tucked his hands into his pocket. What was there to say in response to that? Deliberately keeping a very calm and placid expression, the Apostle watched that bottle fall and quickly retrieved it from the floor. Without saying a word, he moved into the bathrooom and washed out what might have been some trace remains. No need for the soldier to get in trouble as well. When he finished he returned to the same position.

"Very drunk, I expect," again a simple statement of facts with no ulterior motive behind them.