[03|acc. vid] one last eighty proof, slouching in the corner booth

[toughbr8k]

Enjoy this: it is the first time Snowman has been on the network without meaning to be, and also quite possibly the last. It is the morning after another whiskey-and-resentment-fueled marathon pool tournament with Diamonds Droog

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>DD: Creep.

[pricesandvaules]

Even when Droog feels like absolute shit, he'll drag a suit on and do up his tie. So he's dressed. But to a practiced eye, he's less immaculate than usual, tie a little loose, perpetually-slitted eyes narrowed until they're almost shut.
He's slouched at a writing desk with his chin in his hand, watching Snowman's transmission with a cigarette of his own dangling from one corner of his mouth.
He does not seem aware that he's opened up a feed.

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[toughbr8k]

She comes back around to it after having been bothered by Terezi and John, thus alerting her that she's on video. She discovers Droog in the process of figuring out who else has seen her.

And she totally notices.

You're a mess.

[pricesandvaules]

Oh shit. Well. Actually, no, he does not have the energy to be startled this morning. Small blessings.

So are you.

[toughbr8k]

I'm not trying not to be.

[pricesandvaules]

Shrug.

Matter of preference.

[toughbr8k]

Your tie is crooked.

[pricesandvaules]

Your face is crooked.

[toughbr8k]

That bitch.

It is not.

[pricesandvaules]

Is so.

[toughbr8k]

You can't even see straight. I thought you held your liquor better. Pity.

[pricesandvaules]

Pity? You asking for another round?

[toughbr8k]

Wow, what a terrible idea.

You don't look up for it.

[pricesandvaules]

I didn't know you cared.

[toughbr8k]

Just an observation.

[pricesandvaules]

Well, neither do you.

[toughbr8k]

I'm fine.