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[the_docu_artist]

Sebastian was, for once not begging, as he was satisfied at the moment with his state of inebriation, and he was currently wandering the halls of the mansion, stopping anyone who walked by in an overenthusiastic, "Hello! How the hell are ya!"

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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney is a little surprised and suspicious of the enthusiasm. "Er, hey. Who the hell are you?"

[the_docu_artist]

"Hey, I asked you first," he leaned toward Sweeney. "You got a smoke?" he said with a grin.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney shrugs and digs a battered pack of cigarettes out of his jacket. "Alright, well to answer your question, I'm doing grand. Now who the fuck are you?" He holds the open pack out to Sebastian.

[the_docu_artist]

"Sebastian," he snags one, shoves it in his mouth and digs through his pockets for his matches. "Pleasure ta meet ya," he says, mumbled through the cigarette as he tried with a shaking hand to light the match.

[your_caretaker]

Neil jumps when this crazed man leaps out at him. Or rather, Neil hops, given his bad leg.

"I-- F-Fine. I'm fine. You?"

[the_docu_artist]

"I'm great, just fuckin great. You got a light?"

[your_caretaker]

"Um..." Actually, yes, Neil does have a light, being that the last time he saw his own canon, he was setting fire to his house. He's not sure, however, whether this man needs the lighter to calm down on nicotine, or to torch this house, and Neil would rather not be responsible for the latter.

[the_docu_artist]

He yanked out a cigarette with one shaking hand. "Do ya?"