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[littlebetter]

"Anyone know how in hell to get a drink in this place?"

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[mancalledspade]

"Plothole'll set you up nice and fancy, or you can go find Constantine. You alright there, buddy?"

[mancalledspade]

Spade shakes his head. Not that he's offering to talk about his own problems either. "If you ever change your mind, I'm an easy man to find."

[littlebetter]

Nod. "All right." But he'll never do it.

[mancalledspade]

He looks at Gaheris for a long moment, then says quietly, "Get some aspirin out of the plothole first. You'll be glad you don't have to go lookin' for it the morning." He turned to go.

[littlebetter]

"--What's that?" Gaheris asks, in spite of himself. He hates talking. He really just wants to get away.

[mancalledspade]

He turns back, and then remembers he still has some aspirin in his blazer from this morning. He digs out the small bottle and tosses it over to Gaheris. "Take two with water. For the headache."

[littlebetter]

"Thanks." A look flickers through his eyes. "Good-bye."

[mancalledspade]

"Good luck. If you need help getting back home from the kitchen, just ask someone to let Sam Spade know." He tipped his fedora.

[littlebetter]

"Yes. Right." No. He slips away.