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[fisherofmen]

Who: jasmines & visitors
When: day 35, night / day 36, morning
Where: jasmine

[ ayoooooooo we won how's all that and how are we all doing. how badly have we ruined our own lives with secrets. ]

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[crimeson]

[answering the door.]

Hey, long time no see.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hi.

So I'm learned my life is crazy and I am all for booze right now.

[crimeson]

Oh, geez. C'mon in.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Stepping inside.]

Not that terrible. I mean. Someone got hurt. But he survived. That's terrible.

But I mean.

We blew up a 110 story skyscraper.

I jumped off the top of it.

I jumped off the top without anything like a parachute.

[crimeson]

Wh-- over a hundred--?!

[no randy get your shit together]

Yeah, uh. Drinks. Drinks. Gimme a minute to ransack my own room.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah. I'm apparently one hundred percent insane.

[Even if he didn't instigate a good chunk of that bullshit, WHY DID HE AGREE.]

Yes, good. [Will just wander in and look around???]

[crimeson]

At least eighty percent.

[Randy's stock of booze is, apparently, pretty extensive. He's taking a couple of trips to bring it out.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

...it's true, there is the twenty percent that goes 'why this.' That sounds sensible.

[He is the most sensible Freelancer.]

[He was just admiring all the fish and water things, but then so much booze.] Wow. You weren't kidding about booze.

[crimeson]

The 'why this' part is extremely important.

[gonna filch some glasses from the kitchen for good measure]

A man's got to have hobbies.

[schrodingerscockroach]

True. Someone has to be sensible.

I'm not sure if drinking is really a hobby. [But will take a glass regardless.

[crimeson]

Going out drinking and partying is a hobby. That I don't get to have anymore.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Ah. Okay, fair point.

[Settling on a couch somewhere?]

sorry for slow i died

[crimeson]

I've really been on my best behavior here! Minimal hitting on people!

[randy you have two boyfriends and a fuckbuddy. and cael.

settling beside him tho]

Any preferences?

It's cool!

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He just knows about Rean for sure. Unsure how he and Crow go about things.]

Congratulations on your restraint.

[Considers.] Something sweeter?

<3

[crimeson]

Thanks, I'm working real hard.

[Randy's pouring him some fruity schnapps in that case. and some brandy for himself.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Was it really that big of a problem?

[Will take the schnapps and really, it's good for him because he'd have choked on any alcohol with serious burn.]

[Taking a sip and grinning a bit because that does taste good and drinks some more.]

[crimeson]

I'm a real playboy! That's sustainable in a big city, buuut... better not to risk it in a tiny train, y'know?

[randy's the sort of guy who can walk into a hospital and leave with a group date with like five nurses.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

It would be pretty bad to be too much of a heart breaker, huh?

[...go Randy.]

[crimeson]

Definitely terrible in the long term, yeah.

[he's maxed his charm stat.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He will give him a comforting shoulder pat.] At least you're sensible. Not sure if that's a common trait for playboys.

[crimeson]

[he laughs]

I'm sure I'll survive. I'm getting plenty of attention, at least.

[schrodingerscockroach]

So I hear. Rean does seem very affectionate.

[Maybe teasing a bit as he takes another long sip.]

[crimeson]

He's very doting! Rufus too. Don't tell him I told you.

[what is a shame]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Shame's overrated.]

Oh? So you're with Rufus too?

[Siiiiip. He's already getting red.]

[crimeson]

Yep! There's a lotta Randy to go 'round.