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[beer_over_blood]

So the bastard is back. Caught him spooning what looked like a fourteen year old girl on the bed when I came in. Never seen anyone run so fast.

Hey, Cor, you and Faye up for getting smashed with the idiot? I've got two bottles of whiskey and no desire to drink it on my own.

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[venomouselle]

Watch it. John could get pegged for a pedo now.

What idiot?

[beer_over_blood]

That kind of talk would only end up in another failed suit, yeah?

John.

[venomouselle]

With John's luck and this place's law system track record? Fifty-fifty chance.

He'd like it.

[beer_over_blood]

We should take bets, sweetheart.

He would, I'd guess.

[bitingnightmare]

You... don't want whiskey?

[beer_over_blood]

Sure. No point in drinking alone, though, I'd get fucking bored.

[bitingnightmare]

I'll pass, but you can take a couple hits in my name.

[beer_over_blood]

...is it the Missus?

[lullabyoflondon]

She's seventeen, you daft wanker.

[beer_over_blood]

Right, right. Moves fast, she does.

[lullabyoflondon]

Not about some things. Nah, she's just a bit mad.

[beer_over_blood]

So she's a bleeding psycho like you? Birds of a fucking feather.

[glock30]

You better give me one of them.

[beer_over_blood]

You'll come share it, ey?

[glock30]

I won't share it. But you two can watch me drink it.

[beer_over_blood]

Cor's with the missus.