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[plz_gtfo_dragon]

Who: Valmont and ANYONE!
What: Valmont is stoned in the street. MULTIPLE THREADS WELCOME.
Where: In the thoroughfare
When: Early evening
Warnings: HE'S HIGH ON OPIUM. Other than that, idk, none?

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[takeyouapart]

Mervin, on the other hand, had been drinking sensibly and on his walk home from the saloon he was a little buzzed but no worse off than that - certainly able to walk in a straight line and, well, walk. And it came as no huge surprise to see Valmont asleep in the street, because his less savory habits seemed to make up the Englishman's full-time occupation; Mervin carefully made his way over to the post and crouched down, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Mr. Valmont, sir...?"

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

Valmont cracked one eye open to regard the young man intruding upon his personal space, before making a very slight sound of disapproval. He recognized the young man well enough. He had been wandering around the town being extra polite to everyone since before Valmont had even heard of this place, and while he didn't remember his name all the time, he knew him well enough by sight.

"...You. Boy." Pause, "Mervin." There we go.

"What?"

[takeyouapart]

Mervin ducked his head, taking a polite step back despite himself.

"If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you'd be better off sleeping at home than right here."

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

Valmont made a very vague gesture in the direction of his house, and let his eyes drift closed again..

"I'm going home. Just... I'm resting on the way."

His speech was a little slow and a little slurred, but considering the state he was in, Valmont felt that was quite a good explanation.

Oh for a Sharpie right now....

[feels_no_love]

Val? Hey? [Here's a tall black shape waving a gloved hand in front of Valmont's face.] Heh-heh-heh. [comes the rasping drawl.] Somebody's feelin' no pain.

[Looked like the man needed a sitter. Now and again they had gotten high together, and sort of half looked after each other, half gotten each other in trouble. The bathtub incident, for example. D was in an excellent mood, having finally figured out what to do about that pretty schoolteacher, and so he didn't mind.]

Thank god that you don't have an ink pen to hand!

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

[Valmont stirs a little, before lazily shoving at the gloved hand which suddenly seemed way too big, and to be moving at an unjustifiably distracting pace. He gave a low, inaudible grumble of sound, which eventually cleared up enough to reveal the words:] ...so why mess with a good thing?

[It took a moment, but eventually his eyes focused on Drake, and Valmont managed a lazy smile.] D. Were we out together tonight?

[He didn't think they were, but it was entirely possible. Drake was right there, after all.]

[feels_no_love]

Naw, naw, it's not Friday yet. You know I only fly once a week. [An iron habit that only slipped now and again back when he had first come to town.]

But anyway. [He pulled a coffin-nail and match from his cigarette case and lit up.] No telling how some of these newcomers will settle in or what their character is. Be remiss if I let you get robbed or somethin'.

[plz_gtfo_dragon]

And you would never dream of doing anything remiss, would you? [...Actually, he probably shouldn't mock someone offering to help him. Valmont braced himself against the post, and shifted up, slightly.]

Lend me your arm, D. [Keeping one hand braced on the post behind him, Valmont moved to grab his friend, trying to stabilize himself somewhat.]