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[greeneye_greg]

Greg led Rico over to a more deserted area of the Nexus and sat him down on another couch. "Talk to me, Rico. What's up?"

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[nyc_ricochet]

Rico curls up on the couch, wincing a little at all the movement and noise and aaaagh. Bad stomach, you already emptied today! Don't try that again!

"I just drank too much, okay? Not a big deal." This, of course, is said with about as much sincerity as... well, I can't think of a metaphor at the moment, but the point is that it's not sincere.

[greeneye_greg]

"Uh-huh." He frowned and sat down next to the couch. "You've been drinking a lot. This about dying, or Aaron?"

[nyc_ricochet]

You make those shifty eyes, Rico, maybe they'll distract Greg! Or quite possibly not, but worth a shot.

"Aaron, really, though I guess it's kind of both. I've been drinking a lot since I got here." He shrugs and winces at the pain it shoots through his skull.

[greeneye_greg]

"I sorta noticed that. Practically every time I see you, you're holding a bottle. What's going on, man?"