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[notjustnarrator]

When Nick ventures down from his room, he is not in the best of moods. After his conversation with Puck, a few things - tiny, mundane details - brought themselves to light in his mind, and now he cannot stop blaming himself.

So he does what any sensible man would do, and orders a drink.

The drink - Scotch, on the rocks - appears within seconds, but

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[prototype_karr]

KARR is feeling both rather cranky and nosy today, and so the AI decides to investigate the thud. He turns from his parking spot near the bar, making his way over to eyeball the book. His scanner flicks idly as he looks at it-it doesn't seem particularly interesting to him.

"Was there something in desperate need of a squashing here, or did you simply drop your book?"

[notjustnarrator]

And now there's a talking car.

"I dropped it," Nick says, expression blank. "It... slipped."

Nick stares, then eyes his half-empty (full?) glass. How much did he drink?

[prototype_karr]

The stare and the glance at the glass doesn't go unnoticed. KARR sighs to himself. "Before you ask, no, I'm not any sort of illusion or prank."

[notjustnarrator]

"Okay."

Nick's still staring.

"I apologize in advance. Um. I'm not in the best mindset, right now."

In fact, he's amazed he's still able to form coherent sentences.

[song_tra_bong]

"Sir?"

Mary Anne picks the book up off the floor, holding it out to him. "I think you dropped this..."

[notjustnarrator]

Nick stares a bit absently at her for a few moments before taking the book, setting it down on his lap. He won't look at it.

"Thanks," he mutters, trying to not look too traumatized.

[song_tra_bong]

She chews her lower lip.

"Of course, if you meant to drop it...we could just pretend I never picked it up and put it back where it was?"

[notjustnarrator]

"I didn't mean to," he says, glancing quickly at it. "It slipped."

That's the complete truth.

"I think I'm going to pretend I didn't read it."