[12|accidental video] you'll never get that taste outta your mouth

[playingbadcop]

[The room that Stango unwillingly shares with Lamb is empty only for a moment, and then the door slams open and violently closed again, making everything on the nightstand jump. He stalks over to the bed and sits heavily down, elbows on his knees, fingers in his hair. His hands are smeared with blood, thick around and under the nails, and he daubs

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[defiant_eye]

You look like crap and then some.

[playingbadcop]

Sounds about right.

[defiant_eye]

Wanna talk?

[ Gossip about who died in what way. The only kind she truly appreciates. ]

[playingbadcop]

Depends. Is there gonna be liquor?

[defiant_eye]

Open bar, closet style.

[playingbadcop]

I'll be there right quick.

...Where, exactly?

[defiant_eye]

[ This, oddly enough, takes her a moment to think about. She is used to setting things up so that she can only be found when she wants to be found, but so far nothing really warranted that practice here.

On the one hand old habits die hard. On the other hand... ]

Second floor, door number two.

[playingbadcop]

Huh. Sure thing.

[It'll take him a few minutes, but the result of this is that he's cleaner when he shows up, hands and face thoroughly washed, hair wetted and combed back. Knock knock.]

Christine?

[defiant_eye]

[ She opens the door, assessing the "status change". ]

You got rid of the blood just for me? Aww, you shouldn't have.

[ She grins and steps aside. ]

[playingbadcop]

Somebody mentioned it. Seemed unsanitary. [He raises a bottle in his left hand.] I brought some scotch I never heard of.

[defiant_eye]

Good call.

[ She wouldn't want to have it on her fashionable furniture, after all.

She gives the bottle a suspicious look. ]

I hope it's the 'too expensive to ever have heard of' kind and not some sewage they pulled off the market for health reasons.

[playingbadcop]

It could be either one, really. Only one way to find out.

[defiant_eye]

[ She motions for him to pick a place to sit. Applicable are the lounge, the small bar and the large bed. ]

[playingbadcop]

[He perches on the lounge, which seems neither too impersonal nor too presumptuous, and breaks the seal on the bottle.]

[defiant_eye]

[ She fetches two glasses from the bar, then joins him. ]

I'd ask how your day was, but that little video earlier kind of gave it away.

[playingbadcop]

I just didn't make it there fast enough. I...

[He knocks back his first drink hard enough to cough, eyes tearing a little.]

Jesus, I told him he should go upstairs and get a sandwich. I practically got him killed.