[snapshot--crisis point]

[le_desirous]

At first glance, he appears to be sleeping beautifully soundly, the rise and fall of his chest even. Mildly closer inspection reveals at once that he is in fact passed out. His drinking has been such lately that he's actually run out of palinka, and the empty bottle half-hidden by his hand is chartreuse. To judge by the strong smell and the

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[all_that_grace]

"Sir?" Courfeyrac hesitates in the doorway, and then comes over to him. "Damn!"

[le_desirous]

Possibly he stirs at the curse. Possibly Courfeyrac will need to pour water on him before he can get anything like sense from him.

[all_that_grace]

And Courfeyrac, fully aware of this, settles for taking the bottle away and disposing of it, his face uncharacteristically grim.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore remains not-really-asleep-exactly, his body, for once, utterly relaxed, his shoulders easy, and his face, of course, haggard.