/STAGGERS OUT INTO THE STREET, PISS DRUNK AND YELLING TO HIMSELF
/clumsily knocks over a trash bin in the process, practically tripping himself
Th' feck--
/vision swimming, he sees a news vendor in the distance. Thinking it to be Fontaine, he furiously punts the trash can out of his path as he stumbles over to it, grabbing it and shaking it.
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Atlas... are you... well?
/thought through this, but goes against his better judgement anyway and reaches a hand out to give the Irishman's shoulder a small shake
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Kyburz, yer just in time! Ye can watch me stick it to this arsehole!
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... What arsehole, mate?
That there is a news vending machine.
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Ye... need glasses.
/accidentally knocks the stand over, startled by the unexpectedly loud sound of the crash
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Don't hurt yaself! Ya gotta stand up ta the fatcats ta-night, remember?
And some other "business", too, ta-night. >u>
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/SMASHES HIS HAND INTO THE GLASS WINDOW OF THE VENDOR AND RIPS OUT A NEWSPAPER
/look of mild, drunken confusion
.../hic
Paper! Would ye look a' tha', boyo? I told ye...told ye eightball was always full o' shite.
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/grabs Atlas and pulls him away from the news vendor, then lightly slaps him on the cheek
Goddamnit, stop bein' such a drunken slag, and wake up! The workers need ya!
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"Stupid fucker." he chuckled to himself. "And I wonder why I like ta drink down in this dump."
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LANGER--
/stops abruptly, giving the device a final shake before before scrutinizing it through the shifting clarity of his vision
...wait.
...s'ain't Fontaine...
/fumbles backwards, somewhat embarrassed in his drunken stupor but more so dismayed than anything that is isn't him. Quickly glancing around, he's relieved barely anyone is around to notice him. That is, until his eyes land on Fontaine.
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The way Fontaine remained so poised came as no surprise to Atlas. Still, his challenging expression sparked something inside of him. Much like a fuse that proved to brush off the embarrassment of the minutes before. Mostly ignored, the shillelagh attached to the back of his belt suddenly felt heavy and yet as his hand twitched for it, he caught himself. Civil. He insisted. Be civil. The oncoming frustration began to make his head pound, but he ignored it for the most part as he made is way over.]
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... Wait...
/Turns around and does a double take.
Atlas? What the fuck are you doing?
/Realizes maybe he shouldn't have given him that whiskey after all.
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Jus' great! Me two favorite capitalists!
/motions to the now busted news vendor, hiccuping
Fontaine, ye already know Roiyan. Roiyan, I'm sure ye know Fontaine!
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Well, hello again Fontaine. You're looking better than usual, I must say.
/looks at Atlas again
Exactly how much did you have? You had the vodka I gave you, then the whiskey... anything else?
/his own drunkenness is wearing off pretty fast
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Well, had somma wha' ye gave me...wandered 'round the Drop fer a bit... Roiyan, ye could learn a thing 'er two 'bout hospitality from 'em...
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Ow -Ow! Hey! This is my trashcan! I sleep in this thing!
/bites Atlas's leg
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/clumsily attempts to kick his assaulter off but falls over, knocking the wind out of himself instead
Owww, jaysus...
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