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[mr_smarty_vamp]

In the bar there is a table strategically set close enough to the fireplace that the two occupants are cast into a warm light without risking spontaneous combustion. When you're a vampire, you use what assets your immortality gives while hiding pesky side effects with excellent lighting. And these two vampires are old enough to have figured out how

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[onebluesuit]

"Again, huh?"

He'd seen that sign before. Of course, it hadn't been as blurry when he'd seen it the first time.

...He'd not drank as much wine when he'd seen it the first time.

All in all, Phoenix - in stark contrast to the two at the table - looked like hell. His hair wasn't spiked back, and his usual suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was wearing sweats, sandals, and a hoodie, and an expression like somebody had run over his dog, but that might've been okay since he was now rather snockered.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian stares for a moment at the man. He recognises him, but the change in his appearance is astounding.

"Mr. Wright," he greets, his voice carefully intoned. He works in a dance club. He knows a drunk when he sees one.

[onebluesuit]

"Damian." He was drunk. Not drunk enough to do more than slur, but there wasnt much in that name that could be slurred. "Two for sure this time, huh? Guessh I wandered in here at th'right time."

He'd come in earlier, ready for a drink, and he'd drank.

It meant he was going to owe more than a little, but he didn't exactly care about that at the moment.

"Coincidensh works for me for a change."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian opts for speaking plainly. The fewer words to decode, the better for a drunk person.

"You already signed up, Phoenix. You need to go and sleep off the alcohol."

[onebluesuit]

The alcohol was what was making it liveable for now. But sleep wasn't really a bad idea.

Damian's words percolated through his brain sluggishly, impeded by wine, but after just a bit, Phoenix started to nod. Sleep, yes. More booze later... probably.

"Sleep. Genius idea. ...I'll be over there." He motioned in a vague direction with one arm before scuffing toward wherever his arm had pointed.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian watches him go. His emotions aren't particularly strong regarding Phoenix Wright -- he barely knows the man -- but he does feel a modicum of concern.

"That's Mr. Phoenix Wright," he tells Asher quietly. "He's a lawyer. He must be having a bad night... maybe a bad week."

Regardless, he swivels the clipboard around and makes a notation beside Phoenix's name. He'll have to check on the man later. Sometimes it's just best not to feed on someone.