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[littlebetter]

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

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[mad_leprechaun]

"Drink? Did somebody say drink?" He eyes Gaheris. "You buying?"

[mad_leprechaun]

"Need a glass? You got the look of a man who don't need no fucken glass."

[littlebetter]

"I don't." And to prove this statement, he takes the bottle and drinks long.

Typist: *toecurl of glee* Really, I utterly adore Sweeney.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney looks vaguely impressed, though of course he sees a lot of hard drinking.

"Alright, Orkney?"

T: Aw, thanks! He's such fun.

[littlebetter]

It does make Gaheris' eyes sting, but he attempts to look at Sweeney coolly. "All right. Is it your turn?"

Typist: ^___^!

[mad_leprechaun]

"Nah, man. You hang onto it. I'm gonna get a beer from the fridge." And he does so, getting a bottle of something that is decidedly not Guinness.

[littlebetter]

"Suit yourself." He turns his attention to get thoroughly plastered.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney knocks the top off his beer with the corner of the table and gestures to Gaheris with it.

"See, I was right where you're standing just a bit ago. So I'm cheering for ya, man."

[littlebetter]

"What're you talking about?" It's already making his head funny, and he looks at Sweeney with extraordinary bemusement.

[mad_leprechaun]

"I'm talking about me standing right there and, trying to drown myself in a fucken sea of Southern Comfort, that's what I'm talking about," he explains patiently. "Nothing like a bit of Southern Comfort."

[littlebetter]

"Is that what it's called? Why were--you here?"

[mad_leprechaun]

"Went a bit mad." He grinned. "What's you're story?"

[littlebetter]

"M'wife hates me, and m'daughter, and m'friend killed me, and I killed Mother, killed Mother," a little sing-song. "And Mordred killed Uncle and never told me. And m'friend killed both of us, me and little Gareth, and m'going mad, it's all broken inside m'head." He looks almost surprised at telling Sweeney.

[mad_leprechaun]

"Fuck..." After a moment, Sweeney shakes his head and drains about half his beer. "You just remember all that shit or what?"

[littlebetter]

"Mordred tells me. I only remembered--some of it. But he--told me." He nurses the bottle.

[mad_leprechaun]

"Man, that's a whole lotta shit to get handed." He continues shaking his head. "Wouldn't blame you one fucken bit if you did go nuts, Norman."