[He gets up from his position, swaying a bit. Wow. Must've been some kind of minor earthquake.]
[He takes a swig of the bottle and stumbles along for a few steps before settling down in the shadow of a rock formation. He'll just wait here for the quaking to stop. It's hard to keep his footing out there.]
[Come and...? Wow. Something isn't- Her earlier guess was probably right. He's just playing with her.]
[Still she does find her way to the hangar and commandeers a small jump jet. If he's where she thinks he is, then he's pretty far out there. She'll need the jet.]
[And, after a minute of an internal argument with herself, she takes off... because this is so stupid.]
[Predictably, the booze makes Six forget about the game. At least he told her how he felt. Or he thinks he did. He doesn't remember, and it's hard to see straight to re-read the texts.]
[He downs more of the alcohol, breath hitching in a small hiccup that splashes some of the booze onto his face.]
[He swallows and starts licking around his mouth to find the stray drops and bring them back into the fold.]
[Well, it isn't too long until she can see what he was talking about from the distance. She puts the jet down close enough, but not... too close. Like on top of him or anything. She wanted to actually find him on foot.]
[Holiday stepped out of the jet, still hating herself. Why was she doing this? He probably wasn't eve- WHY WOULD HE BE OUT HERE, ANYWAY!? She hated this! But she couldn't help it. She felt like something was wrong with him and, like it or not, she still cared about him. She wasn't about to turn her back on him like he did with her.]
[So, she heads that way. Either he'll spot her or she will.]
Tha'ssss righ'. [He's holding a very large bottle with a familiar black label on it. It's a little over half empty.] An' yer Re-Re--HIC!--Rebecca. [He covers his mouth.] Sscusse me.
Isssa tradishun. Ya do sssomethin' dumb an' yoo go ou' an' have a few rounsss ta clear yer head. [He gives her a sloppy grin.] Sssidesss Ahm...Ahm no' tha' drunk. Jusss had a few sssssssipsss.
[To prove his point, he brings the bottle to his lips and takes another swig.]
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Bunch rocks. Loooks like a donut.
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[Wait, that sounds familiar... WHY WAS HE OUT THERE!?]
[She debates sending it before she actually does... and wonders if she should regret it.]
Do you want me to find you?
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Sur. Nevr los a gm of hide n sk.
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[Dammit! She gets up from her spot on the floor, leaving her room.]
Then Im coming to find you.
If youre alright with that.
[She was cursing herself out so much right now. THIS WAS STUPID.]
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[He gets up from his position, swaying a bit. Wow. Must've been some kind of minor earthquake.]
[He takes a swig of the bottle and stumbles along for a few steps before settling down in the shadow of a rock formation. He'll just wait here for the quaking to stop. It's hard to keep his footing out there.]
[He takes another swig of the bottle.]
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[Still she does find her way to the hangar and commandeers a small jump jet. If he's where she thinks he is, then he's pretty far out there. She'll need the jet.]
[And, after a minute of an internal argument with herself, she takes off... because this is so stupid.]
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[He downs more of the alcohol, breath hitching in a small hiccup that splashes some of the booze onto his face.]
[He swallows and starts licking around his mouth to find the stray drops and bring them back into the fold.]
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[Holiday stepped out of the jet, still hating herself. Why was she doing this? He probably wasn't eve- WHY WOULD HE BE OUT HERE, ANYWAY!? She hated this! But she couldn't help it. She felt like something was wrong with him and, like it or not, she still cared about him. She wasn't about to turn her back on him like he did with her.]
[So, she heads that way. Either he'll spot her or she will.]
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[He sees Holiday and tries to stand up. He stumbles a bit, having to steady himself against the rock formation. Then he waves a hand to her.]
Heeeeeeey. Wha're you doin' here?
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[Oh.]
[My.]
[God.]
SIX!?
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[WHAT.WHAT.WHAT.WHAT.]
Why are you drunk!?
[WHY IS HE DRUNK? WHAT'S GOING ON?]
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[To prove his point, he brings the bottle to his lips and takes another swig.]
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You are! You're drunk! I can't believe-!
[The world? Where is it?]
Y- You've had enough, Six. It's time to stop now.
[Moving closer to you now. Cause this is weird.]
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