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[the_docu_artist]

Coke was his drug of the choice today. He had wanted to cut back, but it hurt, so he said screw it, do it. He was flying high, feeling good, wobbling down the hall and slamming his fist on random doors yelling, "Hello!!"

And for no reason except it felt like a good thing to do.

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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney, wearing the sunglasses-of-hangover-doom, flung open one of those random doors with a bang.

"What the fuck?"

[the_docu_artist]

"Sweeney, man! How the fuck goes it?" he said, laughing loudly as if that was the funniest thing he'd seen in days.

[mad_leprechaun]

It didn't take long for him to figure out what was going on.

"Fucken junkie," he growled.

[the_docu_artist]

"Hey, hey, don't be hatin'. How's the kid? There was shit goin down last I saw him," he said, giggling at his own joke. Shit. Ha. Get it?

[demonfiance]

Wolfram sticks his head out the door, dressed in his pink nightgown and scowling, but looking sleepy. "What's the racket??"

[the_docu_artist]

"Heya pretty boy, what time is it?" he asked, grinning manically.

[demonfiance]

He frowns more which doesn't look very intimidating above the pink frills. "How should I know? But I was sleeping!" He snaps.

[the_docu_artist]

"Sleeping your life away! come out, come out little darlin and play with me!" he said, sing-songy.