32nd Note

[shiverandsing]

[Voice]

[Ahem. Voice clearing. This is an important announcement.]

Brian Slade.

[pause]

Wait, what? That's n--goddam fucking why the hell stupid hair--and I left. Me.  Wanting to possibly see him again isn't in the same league as--shit [sounds of kicking a chair, accidentally knocking over and breaking lamp] Oh, for--who am I even trying to kid?

[sigh]

Comments

[totallyinaband]

This curse got you to, eh?

[shiverandsing]

Yeah, obviously.

[totallyinaband]

That bad, huh?

[shiverandsing]

Well, now I feel like--well, like getting drunk mostly.

[totallyinaband]

Feel like company?

[shiverandsing]

Yeah, all right. Anywhere in particular you want to go?

[totallyinaband]

I get a staff discount at The Blue Light.

[ooc: Aaaah, sorry! Bad Marion is bad at dropping threads. Feel free to spank me later. :-P]

[shiverandsing]

All right, sounds good. Meet you there?

[totallyinaband]

Sure thing, man. I can be there in twenty.

[ooc: Feel up for action or do you wanna hand-wave?]

[shiverandsing]

I'll see you then.

[ooc: I'm up for action!]

Action

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen is leaning against the bar, nursing a beer. He may have started them off with a pitcher.]

Action

[shiverandsing]

[Despite earlier, Curt doesn't look particularly pissed off, but is more subdued than usual. Like, he goes for the beer without first immediately checking out everyone else at the bar.]

Hey.

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen notices the change in behavior. But goddamn it, all this being-a-good-friend-confrontation-stuff is hard. He takes a long drink instead.]

So how wasted are we going to get tonight? I just like a warning if I think there's going to be any table dancing.

[shiverandsing]

Well, I don't see any table dancing in the near future. But no promises.

[Curt smiles, somewhat weakly, but still genuinely.]

[totallyinaband]

Did you wanna, you know, talk about stuff? Or do we need more booze for that first?

[shiverandsing]

I don't know if it's even stuff worth talking about.