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[someone is very ... very drunk right now. like pissed out of his head drunk. and he's not stopping anytime soon, if the amount of empty bottles and glasses at the Astral Bar is any indication]

You bloody bastard, Dorothy. Oughta kick your nancy ass right back to Hyde all the good you do me.

Bastard.

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...You do remember that it doesn't matter, right?

Your point?

Fine.

{She gets her own glass and starts drinking :|}

[hell yeah drinking buddy!!!]

You haven't offed anyone yet, right?

If you're going to be rude, I should just leave now. No, I haven't.

[in his defense, he thought he was being polite]

Just don't want to be filling your head with bullets again, luv. Don't ever want to do that again.

Well...I don't want you to, either. I didn't--No, nevermind. You already know that it hurts, and that's enough.

Yeah. [driiiiiinks] Being shot isn't my idea of a good time.

Me neither.

{After a silence of drinking} You know, I don't want him to come back again.

[even in a drunken stupor, Gene's surprise at that] Why's that?

He wouldn't stay. I don't want this to keep happening.

[grunts, swishing his drink before finishing it off]

Won't be the first. Won't be the last.

{She drinks in silence for a while, just staring ahead blankly. But whatever she's thinking about breaks, and she leans back from the bar to put her face in her hands as her shoulders tremble.

Diva doesn't say anything because she remembers that Gene doesn't really know what to do/isn't helpful when she starts crying, but she needs to cry right now}

[he's never been good with crying dames, that's true. he's never been good with loss and letting go period. he just trucks on through, barrelling down on everything the same way he does his job

but he's drunk right now and not thinking straight, so he reaches over and claps Diva on the back in his best attempt at comforting]

Deserve better anyway, lass. Nonce never was good with birds.

{klajsa; she straightens up quickly because she wasn't expecting to get hit on the back}

Well, obviously not, but...! He promised to help me, and... He still didn't say goodbye.

[at least he cares? sorta]

You better now than you were when you met him?

Well...Of course. I think so.

Then he helped you.

[snorts, (sorta kinda) pouring himself some more. well, what doesn't hit the counter instead] Don't need goodbyes though, luv. You get goodbyes, mean they were plannin' on leaving. Better it happen sudden like.

I guess you're right...

{She looks down at her glass, watching her reflection shift in the alcohol. But after some more silence of Gene drinking himself to death, she pipes up again}

Ne, you wouldn't happen to have a photograph of Sam or something like that at CID, would you? I wanted to ask him to take a photograph with me this time, but he was mad at me, so I didn't want to ask.

Of Tyler? Yeah, probably. [grunts] Still have to see his mug around CID, don't figure I need a photo.

Well, I'll ask you again later since I don't think you'll remember now, but could I... Could I have a picture of Sam?

You saying I'm stupid?

... No. But you are drunk, Gene.

[pffft] Point?

You won't remember is my point.