Jan 06, 2009 15:54
[A clatter as the communicator hits the ground, followed by a groan and some mumbling.]
Uggggh. Hurts. My head. Where's the damn bathroom . . .
Tseng? . . . Yo, Tseng?
[Some honking of a goose in the background.]
WHAT THE HELL.
A-a-ah, my damn head . . . Not too fucking loud . . .
operation distract is a go,
99 bottles of beer on the wall,
at least not a weasel today,
wtf,
unaffected,
curse,
hangover,
duck duck goose
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[A wince.]
A-ah, my head.
I'm at Tseng's.
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HONK!
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Yo. Are you Tseng?
[In another time and place, she would have found it strange to be asking that question. But in the City, it was a perfectly acceptable query.]
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HONK!
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NOT SO LOUD!
[She winced at her own shout before settling back down onto the pillow Tseng provided for her during their drinking binge.]
Ya want some food or somethin'? Though I just might wanna puke . . .
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Ya drinkin' too, Lyra-chan? Oh, wait. I think you're too young.
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You know, you're pretty young. You could probably drink it to.
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