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[song_tra_bong]

After checking the directions on a scrap of paper, Mary Anne stops outside room 19 and knocks.

"Oy! Little birds tell me it's your birthday--you in there?

I brought tequila..."

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[latino_menace]

The knock at the door...for a second, he thinks it might be Random. But no, of course not.

'Yeah.'

He's in there, alright. He's sitting at the dresser with his head resting unevenly in one hand, a pile of white powder and a razor blade in front of him. He's so fucking high he can hardly move, let alone focus properly on the door, and he doesn't even care.

[song_tra_bong]

(wrong sound wrong voice something wrong)

"...can I come in?"

[latino_menace]

'Nngh.'

Which probably means 'yes', he just cant be bothered to be articulate. Or is incapable of it. The room is spinning for him and he's trying to think that he shouldn't have done that last line, because he's breathing funny now and really needs to come down.

[song_tra_bong]

She twist the knob--unlocked--then shoulders the door open just far enough to slip inside.

She sets the tequila bottle on the floor, then takes a step toward Ramon.

"...you okay?"