two and eighty. a mini-breakdown

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica's Friends* Filter][Angelica's turned on the camera for this, and she looks like hell. She's sitting outside on the top deck, sort of sunken into all of her skirts, her hair piled on top of her head and dark circles underneath her eyes. Also, she's very clearly drunk

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[naughtbutlife]

[You make her want to cry, Howie. In fact, she starts tearing up the moment his message comes through.]

Neil...

[Deep breath.]

Saw my key when I locked my door.

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[naughtbutlife]

Some hours ago, methinks.

[She's drumming her fingers on the empty bottle.]

Aye. I am fine.

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[naughtbutlife]

I did, sir. I remember putting it into my pocket, but now's not here.

...Sexby will not be pleased.

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[naughtbutlife]

Two. They are large.

[snoooort]

I know not. Beg Sexby to let me in?

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[naughtbutlife]

[...giggle. Giggle snort.]

Nay. I shall look again.

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[naughtbutlife]

Neil.

Did I do the right thing?

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[naughtbutlife]

I had remembered you saying that before, that you feared they would never know.

Oh, Neil, I am so sorry. I thought if I could help in any little way...

It was very, very difficult.

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[naughtbutlife]

I am sorry, but not for helping.

I am...

Far, far too drunk to be speaking to you.