Children and hang-overs

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney leaned heavily on Spade as they made their way into the main room. He felt like shit, looked like hell, and probably smelled like roadkill. This was turning out to be a great day already. Then his over-sensitive hearing picked up on shrill voices that drilled straight into his splitting skull

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[mancalledspade]

"With you, buddy." Spade was less hungover than Sweeney, but still in not much of a position to want to be near screaming children.

Of course, he didn't really want to be near them sober either.

However, something occurred to him. "Wait - Mye might be in there. I promise we won't stay, but I gotta stick my head in."

[mad_leprechaun]

"Go boil your head, man," he grumbled, but he went with him anyway. Mostly because he wasn't sure he was up for going up the stairs.

[cat_inthe_sun]

And so a little blond four year old ran up and grabbed them around the legs. "hi! Hi! Hi!"

[mancalledspade]

Spade wasn't too fazed, immediately, looking out at the room for any girls fitting Mosca's description.