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[idkmybffjoe]

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[tanvirus]

[Equally barefoot gent on his usual evening wander of the ship here! Hi, Sean, nice to see you, oh, is that some alcohol?

He pauses nearby and...

Hm...

Aha!]

You were at the fights.

[idkmybffjoe]

[Yes, it is alcohol, and enough of it to share! This close to Joe's room -- literally next door -- extras on hand are a good idea.

Sean squints, then raises the whiskey-clutching hand in greeting. He's not a hobo. Really.]

Aye, and so were ye. Tanvir, is it?

[tanvirus]

[He crouches nearby and offers his hand. He'd thought it might be Joe, but it'd felt off. The guy asking his name confirms it.]

That's the one. Didn't catch your name, though.

[To be fair, he wasn't listening to names after he and Marco got pulled.]

Joe's brother, right?

[idkmybffjoe]

[He heaves his weight off the wall, grunting, and slaps Tanvir a firm handshake. He can't stand limp-wristed pussy shaking.]

M'name is Sean. Guessin' my big brother has been gettin' around?

[Sean had a long time to wait until his round came up, and he paid attention the fights just to where he could put names to faces and then went back to his freakish zen.]

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco was headed somewhere when he passed by Sean, but it wasn't important enough for him not to stop.*

...Joe?

*Or his brother. It was hard to tell with twins.*

Having fun?

[idkmybffjoe]

[He grins at the mistake, used to it and amused. Sean opens one eye to shoot Marco a sly glance, turning the bottle of whiskey to feel it slosh.]

Havin' a grand time with meself. Do I know ya?

[ntjstapwn]

That depends on if I got the name right or not. I'm Marco.

[idkmybffjoe]

Well, Marco.

[Quite content to drag the question out and take his time, he tilts back a long, throat-burning swig. He even smacks his lips.]

This is a fix, isn't it? Ya know m'face but not m'name? Downright insulting, is what it is.

[idkmybffsean]

And where's my fockin' invitation?

[Sean earns himself a kick in the thigh as Joe steps over him and slumps down beside him.]

Share a drink, little brother?

[idkmybffjoe]

[Sean sniggers as soon as he feels the blow connect, head lifting off of the wall and throwing the burnt-down cigarette at his twin. He'd been expecting him to show up sooner or later and therefore ensured two spare bottles of whiskey were left.

Not counting his hoard.]

I dunno, ya gonna ask me nicely?

[idkmybffsean]

[Joe laughs, dodging the cigarette as best he can and brushing it off him as quickly as he can.]

Nope. Gimme.

[idkmybffjoe]

Fine. You and yer fuckin' sass--

[He kicks out. A bottle rolls violently toward Joe. Don't let it get away!]

[mutedmother]

[Oh hey, now who might that be? That definitely looks like Joe. She leans forward a little to smile at him as she holds her comm out for him to read.]

What are you doing out here, Joe?

WHAT IS HTML

[idkmybffjoe]

[The slightly bulkier, shorter-haired, blonder Joe opens his eyes at the footsteps. His brow jumps at the ears, the text, and then he's grinning broadly.]

Ah, nothin' much. Care for a pint, lass?

Pffft <3

[mutedmother]

[Jael's gonna feel real silly once she realizes that's not Joe.

She gives the whiskey a considering look before nodding.]

Sure, I'll have a little bit.

[She sets her comm down so has a free hand to lean her weight on as she sits down beside him.]

AGAIN, FACK

[idkmybffjoe]

[It's a big joke to the twins. They're used to it. And pranking people is a hell of a lot funner than getting the same damned thing for Christmas every year.]

Just a little? That's no fun at all. Here y'are--

[He passes her his opened bottle. Hope Jael doesn't mind secondhand smooches!]

So, whatcha been up to?