Chapter 34. Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

[bloody_pens]

[The writing is shaky, as though the writer were slightly inebriated, but still recognizable as Rick's.]

Don't mean to add onto everything else, but Nikki's gone.

As in disappeared.

[A clear drop appears on the page. Hmm

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[stonyfaced]

Damn. I'm sorry. She was a good woman.

[bloody_pens]

Best one I knew, sir.

[action]

[man_genius]

[Awkward Chan is sitting in the kitchen, watching you down vodka like it's water, Rickles.]

[action]

[bloody_pens]

[Rick has long given up standing and is sitting half-slumped in a kitchen chair instead, staring broodily into a martini glass.]

February is fucken fired.

[action] amen rick

[man_genius]

[Blink blink. Pause. What?]

February is chicken fried?

[action] amen rick

[bloody_pens]

[Rick returned the blink a few times.]

Fired. FIRED, I said. You know. Let go. Shown the door.

[grab_my_bells]

[He's not sure what to say, so his pen just rests here for a moment] For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

[bloody_pens]

It's worth a lot.

[live_ringer]

Damn it. I'm sorry to hear that, Rick.

[bloody_pens]

Me too.

[felinemystique]

I'm sorry, Rick. We'll miss her.

[bloody_pens]

Thanks.

And yeah, we will.