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[aimedforthemoon]

"Lock the door behind you," Esfir says to Cal, heading straight for the bathroom.

Her room is a normal, hotel-style room; plush carpet, plain curtains framing large windows, of which one is open. But it's very....neat. She's an astronaut, and they are always neat people, but it's still a little too neat. As if she's not planning on staying

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal does so without comment.

He doesn't really take in the decor. Normally he'd have a comment about being careful that the cleaning staff doesn't turn any of the models into chocolate, but - not so much a priority now.

[aimedforthemoon]

She comes back, bottle in hand. She sits on her double bed. She kicks off her shoes and curls up against the pillows. She takes a long drink.

Worldessly, she holds the vodka out to him.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal silently accepts and takes a drink - carefully, at first, since he doesn't generally drink hard liquor and the burn is unfamiliar. But as he adjusts, he drinks a bit deeper before handing the bottle back and sitting on the edge of the bed with a long sigh.

[aimedforthemoon]

Another drink then, calmly.

"What.

The.

Fuck?"