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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo is in the back of the theater brooding in a Manly Fashion. He has a bottle of absinthe in one hand and he's drinking straight from it, gagging and spitting at the taste. In his lap there's a little canvas sack; on his neck, a blood stain he missed while cleaning himself up.

He happens to be in a less than sociable mood.]

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[contract_star]

[Guess who's lurking in the shadows down near the screen? For awhile he's just watching, because he's a creepy stalker and that's what he does.]

You found them. [It's not a question.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Found who?

[contract_star]

The ones who hurt Angela.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Oh. Them. How'd you know?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[O-okay... Maybe he.. should just leave the guy alone, 'cause he seems pretty unamused with something.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[He's still pissed and vaguely buzzed--I mean, really, absinthe--but he notices you, Ryotarou.]

Something wrong?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't I be asking you that..?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I'm aces. [Thread of a smile that doesn't change the ferocity of his expression at all, then it's gone. He takes another drink.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...you alright, Firo?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm aces. Why does everyone keep asking me that? [He still has a smudge of dried blood on him, left over from when he tried to get it off while talking to Ryotarou.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because you don't look 'aces'?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Levels a paint-peeling glare at Ianto and takes another swig from the bottle. He grimaces and spits on the floor of the theater.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ There's a creak from one of the seats a few away from Firo's as Angela seats herself. She's managed to have a bath and change into a clean dress, she's rested and eaten and her bruises are starting to fade, so she's looking a lot better than the last time he saw her. She sits there quietly for a while, looking up at the blank screen. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And guess who is one of the last people HE wants to see right now? He tenses minutely, not drinking, not moving, and very much not looking at her. The sack with her jewelry in it is gone, presumably handed off to Dino at some earlier point, because I said so.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She's still quiet for a while, then softly. ] Remember when we decided to bring this place here? I didn't believe you at first, that you could really watch a performance on a screen. I thought you were joking with me.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Somehow that only serves to make him feel worse--thinking about the first time she saw New York, and glancing at her now, with the faded bruises still showing on her skin. He's not sure what to say, so he just keeps sitting there, stealing little glances at her.]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino has found you Firo. He does not look happy.] Firo.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Hello Dino. Firo figured he wouldn't be.] Dino.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino will be punching you in the face now Firo]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Thought you said you couldn't get drunk.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

If I can drink more than my body can purge, I can get a bit buzzed for a few minutes.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

You don't seem to be enjoying it.

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool hops in singing to a tune from a rather hilarious PSA from a few decades back after noticing a stain of one of his favorite substances...]

Blood, blood, blood! Ask your mom or ask your dad! Blood, blood, blood!

[Oh, and thanks for the link. I doubt anyone would've caught my reference otherwise.]

[It's what I'm here for.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[...doesn't know whether to start laughing hysterically or throw the absinthe bottle at Deadpool's head.]

[mercwamouth]

Couldn't help but notice the "lipstick" on your collar.

Judging from your rather healthy state, I'd bet that you aren't the type to spill your own "make-up".

Think you show me the "beautician" you got that from?

[Yeah, that analogous euphemism stopped working about two boxes ago, 'Pool]

[Stuff it or I'll give you a "makeover"]