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Second Bite: Open Comment Log
[A man, who apparently thinks he's Billie Idol with that get-up, is sitting at Sergei's bar. Around him hangs a heavy cloud of nicotine. He happens to be attempting to drink and smoke himself into oblivion.
It should go without saying that he is extremely drunk.
And possibly on the moody side.
Walk lightly and carry a pointed stick.] -
First Bite: Audio
[Spike doesn’t fall off the bed so much as flail off, his hand landing on his comm., and in a stroke of pure luck, setting it to record.]
What the…
[There’s a pregnant pause. He’s seemed to realize something. Perhaps it’s that his window is open and shining a cheery beam of light right over his new bed?]
…I was right…
[And back to pausing. The studio ( Read more... ) -
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...Right.
Let's get on to it, then.
What's all this bollocks about you needing a new toy? And expecting me to be right as rain with you wanting me?
Listen, girly, having just had a quick jot 'round your head, I can already tell you, your aiming is a might too high. Alright?
Got a bunch of bloody...pansies in here, you have.
I'm willing to bet you've ( Read more... )