[01: video] - I hold out for one more drink Before I think I’m looking too desperately

[godofcologne]

[The video flicks on to reveal a dark haired man, grey eyed and looking somewhere between weary and pissed. He's also soaked to the skin, his shirt plastered to a just-muscular-enough chest and dark dark hair dripping wetly into his eyes. For someone who looks like he's been wandering in the rain for an hour or so, Thomas still manages to look very

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[godofcologne]

[it takes Thomas a little longer than it probably should have to react. A few more seconds to process, to blink his eyes clear of rainwater. Uh huh. Or it might be because he's not exactly as sober as he should be.]

Then wh-- [he stops and rubs a hand over the bridge of his nose. Harry might have been dead and it was all his fault but that didn't mean the supernatural world collapsed. Far from it, in fact.] Please don't tell me a wizard did it.

[godofcologne]

[He's still clearly standing in the middle of the street. Being rained on. Thomas shakes his head]

Scientists? Since when did they care about where the liquor stores were?

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[golden_hawke]

-=Shirtless, blonde and grey eyed, he tilts his head.=-

Licker store?

[godofcologne]

[Thomas' own eyes are storm-grey as he looks back at the screen, and the kid who apparently doesn't know what a liquor store is. He blinks, unsure of just what to make of the question. He finally settles for the simpler answer.]

At this point I'd settle for wine.

[golden_hawke]

-=Coming from a culture that has no stores? No.=-

The casino has wine. Some other people. The stores are not large.

[godofcologne]

[Thomas eyes the guy again, and gives him a curt nod.] I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart. You have directions to the casino?

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[fairymicrowaver]

That's the problem with this place. There is no liquor store.

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[godofcologne]

[the pleasant fuzz of his last bottle of bourbon was slowly being washed away by the rain, and Thomas frowned.]

Then we're going to have a problem.

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[fairymicrowaver]

Anyone give you the rest of the news or did they leave that to me?

[godofcologne]

If they did, I was a little too busy being drunk out of my mind to catch it all, so give it your best shot, princess.

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[reflectivedawn]

You make it sound like we had one to begin with.

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[godofcologne]

[he gestures behind him vaguely, in the direction that would have been Cabrini Green if this were still Chicago.] There was one here. It's two blocks from my apartment.

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[reflectivedawn]

Do you see your apartment anywhere?

[godofcologne]

[Thomas chuckles and flicks water at the camera on the device] You ask that like you can see anything in this rain, dollface.

[jackedthename]

[Ooh, Jack likes what he sees. Handsome, wet, slightly drunk? Alright, though, he supposes he shouldn't hit on the new arrivals immediately.]

Trust me, mate, if there were a liquor store here I'd have found it already.

[godofcologne]

[and becoming less drunk by the moment. He'd rather be moving in the other direction, thank you. But he's slowly resigning himself to the fact that that isn't going to happen, and is making peace with inevitable sobriety.]

So I should be grateful that we're all up a dry creek, sweetheart? That's depressingly bleak.

[jackedthename]

Ooh, no, there's alcohol around. You just have to look in the right places. [He pauses to give Thomas his best charming smile and a bit of a wave.]

Welcome to Adstringendum, I guess. I'm Jack Harkness.

[godofcologne]

And let me guess, you know where those places are? [that smile gets Jack a smirk right back. Some things Thomas doesn't need to be sober for.]

Thomas Raith. Any idea how I get back to Chicago?