[03|acc. vid] one last eighty proof, slouching in the corner booth

[toughbr8k]

Enjoy this: it is the first time Snowman has been on the network without meaning to be, and also quite possibly the last. It is the morning after another whiskey-and-resentment-fueled marathon pool tournament with Diamonds Droog

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>DD: Creep.

[pricesandvaules]

Even when Droog feels like absolute shit, he'll drag a suit on and do up his tie. So he's dressed. But to a practiced eye, he's less immaculate than usual, tie a little loose, perpetually-slitted eyes narrowed until they're almost shut.
He's slouched at a writing desk with his chin in his hand, watching Snowman's transmission with a cigarette of his own dangling from one corner of his mouth.
He does not seem aware that he's opened up a feed.

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[toughbr8k]

She comes back around to it after having been bothered by Terezi and John, thus alerting her that she's on video. She discovers Droog in the process of figuring out who else has seen her.

And she totally notices.

You're a mess.

[pricesandvaules]

Oh shit. Well. Actually, no, he does not have the energy to be startled this morning. Small blessings.

So are you.

[toughbr8k]

I'm not trying not to be.

[text forever]

[hamburellakind]

wow!
you must really like green

[text] john you derp

[toughbr8k]

...You could say that.

:3c

[hamburellakind]

are you okay, though?
you look kind of sick!
i mean
i think so anyway?

[It's hard to tell with carapaces!]

[toughbr8k]

It's just a hangover.

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[turn4bout]

You don't look too well.

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[toughbr8k]

Hangover.

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[turn4bout]

Need anything?

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[toughbr8k]

It all comes out of the closet anyway.

Beat.

Thanks, kid.