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[lookstupid]

Wes has his rum, and that's what's important.

There isn't quite as much rum as there was a couple of hours ago, of course. It's a tricky thing to drink straight, but he sat in his booth and he persevered until the bottle was only half-full (or half-empty) and he was giggling at the faces he made after each sip

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[little_forge]

Inyri is in the 'fresher, eying the marks on her neck, the cracks in her lips. And the knock threw her off course.

Who would it be? Seriously, it wouldn't be Harris, right?

She walks to the door, peers through the peephole and frowns. What was Wes doing knocking? She pulls it open. "You okay?"

[lookstupid]

"Oh, uh--"

His hand is halfway to the door, ready to knock again. He snickers at himself and drops it, then steps in and leans against the wall before he stumbles on something.

"F'got my key. I think."

[little_forge]

"You're...you're drunk." She wrinkles her nose and steps out of his way. "What...how much have you had?"

[lookstupid]

"A li'l," he admits with a grin. He's been drunk before, but it's still rare enough to be interesting to him. Also, to make him kind of a lightweight.

He holds up the bottle and eyes it, deciding on his answer. It's half-full, but he didn't drink half of it. Part of it's lying on the floor around his booth.

"Half?" He shakes his head and holds his finger against the bottle, halfway between the top and the current rum level. "I mean, that much."