Well, shit. (semi-open)

[thornofcamorr]

There are a few things Locke Lamora doesn't do. Locke Lamora doesn't regret. Locke Lamora doesn't get really drunk. And Locke Lamora definitely doesn't cry.

Unfortunately, Locke Lamora is currently doing all three of these things.

Sprawled on his back on the bed, sideways so his head is flopped over the side, two empty bottles of wine on the floor

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[cyranosavignien]

Well, er, here's Cyrano, and he'll come by with a new script for Locke, a bit distracted by overall focused on what he is doing.

Knock knock knock.

"Lamora?"

[thornofcamorr]

The humming stops.

Otherwise, no answer, hoping maybe he'll go away. But not moving. Too much energy.

[cyranosavignien]

Well, the door's open, so he pokes his head in.

"Bonsoir?"

[thornofcamorr]

"G'devening." That's actually a slur in his voice, looking at Cyrano upside down from where he's still sprawled on the bed. Looking more or less like hell warmed over.