//Memory//Accidental Video//

[griftering]

[The video cuts on to show a seedy bar, dim with a haze of smoke hanging in the air as it focuses on a table littered with beer bottles. Cole is there, smiling drunkenly seductive at a blond sitting next to him who looks thoroughly disgusted with his existence.

He leans toward her, and by the expression on his face, it's obvious he thinks he looks on Don Juan.]

C'mon, honey...I know a motel...rents by the hour...s' just round the corner...


[She balks at his suggestion.] You're serious...!

[He smiles that intoxicated grin again.] ...'Course I am...

[The woman stands, pointing at him accusatory.] You're disgusting! [And she turns to leave.]

Come on...how're you gonna know till you try...? [But she's already gone. He scoffs, taking a pull from his latest brew and grumbling to himself.] Ahh, fergit it...yer hair ain't white enough anyway...

[The night drags on, the other patrons in the bar come and go, and as the night wans to a close, more go than stay. The bar is nearly empty when another woman, Zealot for those who remember when she visited, approaches him. The derision is evident in her voice as she speaks.]

Is this seat taken...?

[Cole's had a few more beers in the time that's passed, and his drunken stupor has turned into near drunken coma. He looks up from the table on which he's laid his head, looking over his shoulder through bleary eyes.] Mmmm?

[Zealot gives a groan and frowns.] Pathetic. [She takes a seat next to him.] What do you think you're doing here?

[Cole frowns. Just who does this broad think she is?] What's it to ya...?

[Zealot glares.] You don't...?

[He lays his head back on the table, and begins rambling, more to himself than to the woman he doesn't recognize as Zealot.] ...You're all the same...and none of you even come close...you don't...feel the same...taste the same...ain't nothin'...like the real thing...

So very drunk. [She sighs, crossing her arms and standing.] Lets go.

[He makes a confused sound, so she reiterates. Maybe is she uses smaller words he'll understand.] Let's get this over with...

[He blinks, trying to think through the haze in his mind.] Wha...you talkin' 'bout...?

[Zealot sighs. Always had to be blunt with him. Even worse when he's drunk.] I want you to come with me to a hotel room. Right now.

[With that, Cole's drunkly seductive smile returns as he stands clumsily.] I can...do that...nice hair color...almost perfect...could be longer, though...

[She puts her hands on her hips.] You really don't recognize me... [And a scoff.] Well, I could say the same about you.

[The scene follows them to the hotel around the corner, where they proceed to have sex. It doesn't end until Cole has passed out.]

[OOC: For those who'd like to read the scene, here are the panels: [01] [02] [03]]