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[fatedefier]

[His voice sounds more than a little tired, tinged with a slight bit of irritation. Not at anyone, however; more at a bottle of vodka that is responsible for the pounding headache he has right now.]

...I knew there was a reason I did not often drink. A lesson relearned, I suppose.

Chopin, there was something I wanted to ask you.

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[ voice ]

[refinedmaestro]

You wish to speak with me, Mister Raines?

[ voice ]

[fatedefier]

Yes.

...You once mentioned the possibility of piano lessons? Even reading books is becoming tiresome, and I would like to pick something else up. Is that offer still valid?

[ voice ]

[refinedmaestro]

Oh yes, of course. I've also obtained my piano from home, so I could give you private lessons if that is what you wish to do.

[ voice ]

[fatedefier]

That would be wonderful. Thank you. Simply let me know when you are available.

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[rygdea]

[Still suffering from his hangover, Rygdea answers back sounding a little too tired for his own good.]

Oh man...

[He groans.]

It's...okay, Cid. Don't even worry about it.

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[fatedefier]

You hardly sound in a better state then I am in at the moment.

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[rygdea]

To be honest, I think I'm dying.

[Six shots of vodka does that to a person. Please drink responsibly.]

Cid, we're never doin' that again. No more frickin' alcohol for a long while. I think my liver is startin' a rebellion.

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[fatedefier]

As is mine. Why did you think it was a good idea in the first place to propose a drinking contest?

[Voice]

[filmtrail]

Sounds like you have a hangover.

[Voice]

[fatedefier]

That would be correct.

[Voice]

[filmtrail]

Do you need any home remedies? I know quite a few.