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[sable_mind]

As soon as they've pinned, J goes searching for appropriate telephone numbers. Somehow, he never thought to have the pizza guy on speed dial. He also lights up a cigarette while he's searching. You made him that stressed, Ryan, with your shoelessness.

"Ryan, get the phone."

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[sable_mind]

J just sits there, directing his irritated stare at a wall behind Ryan. Then he looks at him and says matter-of-factly. "Told you so."

[sable_mind]

"Yeah, as if I'd punish you because your body's not used to the alcohol. Makes no sense." He grins. "If you like, I'll get you a drink that'll make you feel better."

[boyking]

"Punishments aren't supposed to make sense. They're supposed to make you feel bad." But he'll climb out of the tub now. "It's not called "Rave" or anything along those lines, right?"

[sable_mind]

"Well most of mine make sense." Another smirk and he shakes his head. "Nothing along those lines."

[boyking]

"Ohhh...and good, I don't want any more of that...that stuff..." He'll have to ponder this "logical consequences" thing in more detail later. First he'll sway a little and wait for the room to stop spinning.

[sable_mind]

"Come here." He leans over to offer his hand.

[boyking]

Being clingy is totally excusable when the floor is behaving like a trampoline and making it hard to stand upright. Hope you weren't using that arm too much, J.

[sable_mind]

He's lucky he had that drink, otherwise he'd be flailing a lot more. As it is he'll just bring his arm out to sit at the table. "You just... just let go of my arm now."

[boyking]

"Oh. Kay." Ryan's going to be embarrassed by this arm-stealing when he gets to be like himself again, but now he'll just slump into a chair and use the table as a pillow.

[sable_mind]

J goes over to get his surprisingly effective hangover cure. The only downside? It tastes awful. So he doesn't expect all of the glass he puts in front of Ryan to be gone.

"There you go."

[boyking]

Fortunately, Ryan is bleary enough that he gulps down half of it without registering what it tastes like. Of course, when he DOES - "What is this?"

[sable_mind]

"Something to help you along the road to recovery." J, on the other hand, is opting for another drink to help him.

[boyking]

"Why does it taste like death? What do I need to recover from?" Judging by the chattiness, the drink is already taking effect.

[sable_mind]

Ah, questions at the same time! Feels like a pop quiz. "Because it helps. And from... the effects of alcohol?"

It's then the young woman gets up from her cleaning, cleaning basket at her side. She goes to put the things away under the sink, but not before glancing at Ryan and giving J a disapproving look.

[boyking]

What, logical answers? Bzzzzt, wrong answer! But Ryan won't comment, other than to make a face and push the glass a little farther away from him.

He'll also glance over at the woman when she moves, asking slowly and quietly, "Who's that?"

[sable_mind]

"That?" He glances over his should at her putting things away. "Thesa. Emergency services for all things... Uhhh, all things."

As if on cue, she replaces the cure with some juice.