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[bastardbytrade]

 [The comm clicks on to a lovely view of the ceiling in Sergei's. There's a fumble, a muttered cuss and then Mordecai's unmasked face appears on the screen.]

Ahh shit. I didn't want this video crap.

[Please hold while he grumbles to himself and downs the remnants of his glass.]

Booze and pool tables at Sergei's. Life is good. How about you all cut the

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[chopshopgoddess]

Always Mr. Pleasant.

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[bastardbytrade]

What can I say, I'm a loving guy.

[Dry tone is dry, but amused.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

Loving and compassionate til the end.

[Always amusing to talk to him.]

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[bastardbytrade]

Yeah, I'm a real people person. You should see me with kittens.

[He's not going to hold back on that chuckle.]

[pimp_hat]

Nevah were wisah words spoken.

[Is that sarcasm or is Kevas agreeing with him? That's for Mordecai to decide.]

[bastardbytrade]

Haha, I'm a freakin' prophet aren't I?

[He hears that sarcasm and matches it with... amusement. Everything is funny after alcohol.]

[pimp_hat]

We all be hangin' on joor every word mon.

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai chuckles.]

Kevas, right? Haven't heard you for a while. How you been?

[Does he care? Probably not. But hey, he's feeling friendly.]

[phasebitchin]

Pool by yourself? You think I cheat every time?

[bastardbytrade]

Who said I'd been playing alone?

You know you cheat.

[phasebitchin]

It's the impression you put out, stupes.

Will you let me play if I promise to be good?

[Video flickers on juuust long enough to bat her eyelashes. IS SHE ASKING FOR PERMISSION!?

... No. Mordecai is stuck with her.]

[bastardbytrade]

[He chuckles. That is a lovely video indeed.]

Get your ass here if you want to play.