5 [Voice; English]

[strongerfaster]

Sounds like someone got a little carried away with the crayola.

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[ttlynotawizard]

Did you get one on your door at all?

[strongerfaster]

No, honey, just been listenin' to the stories.

Sounds like someone's been eavesdroppin'. Or they're just a really good guesser.

[ttlynotawizard]

Don't know what it is. I know River's behind it. She's...odd. But hell, I don't even think I care anymore

[strongerfaster]

Seems to know more than she needs to. Fuck, some of these pictures sound downright creepy.

You alright, there, babe?

[ttlynotawizard]

All of them have been pretty bad. Either violent or otherwise.

...No. Can't say that I am.

[strongerfaster]

Shit that actually happened, I've been hearing.

Sounds like an occasion for alcohol.

[ttlynotawizard]

I can pretty much confirm that, yes.

Meet me at the bar?

[strongerfaster]

Of course. I'm already halfway there, honey.

is it can be commentlogs tiem nao?

[ttlynotawizard]

Good. I'm already halfway drunk.

[He sets his communicator down on the bar as he throws back another shot. He hadn't gone back to his room after leaving Glaukir's. He knew he wouldn't be able to. He'd sit at the bar and drink as long as necessary.

Still it wasn't fun drowning one's sorrows alone. Normally he'd do this with the priest but...well that wasn't an option right now if anymore. He sets out another glass and waits for her arrival.]

can has commentlog!

[strongerfaster]

[She throws her communicator back in the pocket of the oversized denim jacket she found on deck twelve as she approaches him, taking the jacket off and throws it over the barstool one over from Remy, leaving an empty one in between for herself.]

Damn, sweetheart, you've gone and started without me.

[She grabs a bottle of - something, probably hard liquor - and pours herself a glass of it, taking a moment or two to locate everything.]

Tryin' to find some love at the bottom of one of these bottles?

I'm in ur commentlog, killin ur liver

[ttlynotawizard]

[He gives a smirk as she approaches and sits down near him. At her conversational question, he lifted his glass and examined it before swallowing its contents and setting it down.]

Love? No. Looking for a way to forget that, I suppose.

I'm in ur commentlog, dyin' of alcohol poisoning

[strongerfaster]

[She takes a gulp of her own drink. She has to drink a lot to get drunk.]

Oh yeah? Little dose a' heartbreak always stings.

[She looks at him and then starts looking at the labels of all of the bottles.]

I got ears for listenin' if ya need 'em, babe.

I'm in ur commentlog, angstin' over mah ex

[ttlynotawizard]

[He gives a chuckle as he reaches for his bottle and pours another shot. He smiles at her, a sad look in his eyes. She's offering a listening ear, something he's offered before to many. He's be dumb not not take her up on that.]

...I loved him. Thought he felt the same. How could I not have, you know?

I'm in ur commentlog,

[strongerfaster]

[She smiles. Damn, the gaydar didn't even go off. He must be bi.]

It's easy to get confused, darlin'. Lotsa people get confused.

[ttlynotawizard]

[He drinks the shot down and sighs]

If you're confused, you shouldn't lead someone on, you know? He...we slept together. Twice. It was so...just perfect. And he knew how I felt about him. He even started it.

[He bows his head]

We were so close. I mean, he's probably my best friend. I screwed it all up.

[strongerfaster]

[She sighs and refills her glass.]

Probably got scared off by the L word, honey.

[She's never scared anyone off, as far as she remembers. She just remembers those guys that scared her off. She felt bad for them, and she feels bad for Remy now.]