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[anewlanguage]

[Cain is aware what day it is and, as you probably guessed, he's drunk. Plastered. In the garden, twirling a ripped-off stick deftly between his fingers. He only slips at the end when he's meant to catch it.

He sings, too, as he's wont to do.]

...but I've still got my health, so what do I care?
My best friend, alas, is a glass solitaire,
but I still got my health, so what do I care?

By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box would be a bust....


[ooc: feel free to catch him in the gardens, the halls, wherever. I'm not bothering with much continuity, it's a free for all.]

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[routemistress]

[Iris is at least mildly amused by it. Harvey had already established himself firmly on her shitlist by being rude to Babs, and now this. It's all she can do to stop herself adding a kick or two of her own now he's down.

She doesn't. Instead, she keeps the staser trained on him, and flips her comm with the other hand.]

[private/Zack]

Can you come give me an 'and up in the gardens, Zack love?

[She'll have Cain taken to sleep it off in her room. Harvey can just stay where he is, and Iris hopes he wakes up with a cricked neck.]

[unknownsoldier]

[He sends back a quick 'sure' and then shows up a few minutes later.]