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[anewlanguage]

You know, Dean? Dean, you might be right. Maybe half right.

[Some six hours after Barbara's post, Cain is completely stinking drunk. But he's also feeling more sociable, and between swigs or statements he hums a song, occasionally mumbling the lyrics.]

...Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine...

I'm not rethinking stopping being a pacifist, but I oughta say I'm feeling like doing target practice, and the boat's not real steady under my feet, you get what I mean. So hurry on down, clear out my gun cache.

Knives, too.

[He takes a healthy swallow from the bottle.]

dreadful sorry, Clementine...

[The feed cuts about halfway through that chorus

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[rickitikitarr]

Yeah.

[He says, shortly, thinking of Danny back home.]

I'm on my way for the pick up. Are you drinking at home, or upstairs?

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[anewlanguage]

Home. Best place for it. C'mon up, my door's open.

private

[rickitikitarr]

What's your room number?

[He's already walking.]

private

[anewlanguage]

Four, one. Level four. Room one.

[He had to get up and look at his door to be sure of this.]

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[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki shows up, with a bag of food from the cafeteria in one outstretched hand.]

Pour me a cup, if you've anything left?

[spam][just a one-tag threadjack]

[routemistress]

Sweetheart. Aye, there's always plenty. Sometimes we even use glasses.

[Admittedly, they mostly don't; but she hands him a glass and kisses his cheek by way of greeting.]

I must love you and leave you, Ricki love, I've got some silicate samples overcooking up in the lab. Don't do owt I wouldn't do, you two.

[It sounds like a throwaway comment, and Iris smiles as she says it and doesn't look at all worried; there's just a flash of brief, wordless anxiety in the look she gives Ricki on her way out. Don't let him do anything stupid.]

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[anewlanguage]

[He watches Iris go, smiling a bit, but he's nearly always smiling. He pours Ricki some pretty decent whisky, puts it in a coffee mug, hands it to him. Well, tries to; his aim is more toward Ricki's leg than his hand.]

You're about the only newcomer who's dropped by.