Cinco: Video Post: Bets are Bad

[needs_a_plan]

[ The screen is dark and murky when the feed clicks on; Tulio is sitting in semi-darkness, looking disheveled and bleary with dark circles under his eyes. For a moment, all he does is sit there, squinting intently at the keyboard. Then, he looks up

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[deadgirldropout]

Hahahahaha!

Hangover?

[needs_a_plan]

I hate you.

[deadgirldropout]

I felt absolutely wonderful this morning, actually.

[needs_a_plan]

HOW!?

[fire_temptress]

Dare I say you've looked better?

[needs_a_plan]

Ha. Ha ha ha. Yeah.

[fire_temptress]

Nice to see you again none-the-less.

[needs_a_plan]

I wish I could say the same, but it's not nice to see anything right now, with the possible exception of the inside of my eyelids.

[bombsbursting]

So George drinks like a dude?

[needs_a_plan]

She drinks like a monster. I don't know where it all goes!

[bombsbursting]

A monster?

Probably her butt.

[needs_a_plan]

The point is that whatever superhuman liquor-holding abilities she has are not natural.

[warriorothesea]

Eheh! Just be thankful it wasn't Nami, I guess.

[needs_a_plan]

DON'T. You. Start.

[warriorothesea]

Aww, come on. It IS pretty funny, you gotta admit!

[needs_a_plan]

No, I don't. I don't have to admit that at all.

[needs_a_plan]

Oh, you know what? You can go stick your head in a piranha plant.

[needs_a_plan]

No. I am looking for some peace and quiet.