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[gimilkhad]

*Comes back from the consulate laden with fish, cigarettes and vodka, courtesy of Smeagol.*

*Despatches the fish to the kitchens and then flops down on the couch, hanging on to the vodka and smokes.*

*Could really do with getting trollied after the last couple of days he's had.*

*Opens a bottle and sniffs it.*

Oh yeah. That's the real deal.

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[lomihina]

*comes in and sees the booze*

*turns into some sort of booze-seeking missile and grabs at a bottle*

[gimilkhad]

*chucks a packet of ciggies in your direction*

Smoke?

[lomihina]

Fuck yes.

*lights a cigarette and draws in deeply*

Where'd all this come from?

[gimilkhad]

Some little...thing called Trahald. Said he knew Pharazon and wanted to offer his condolences. There's a load of fish in the kitchens from him too.

*headshake* I'm seriously worried about what the boy's social circle was like.

*has visions of all kinds of weirdos crashing the funeral.* :\