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[whitetwoguns]

text; poor, poor attempt at a private to Mr. Eames

HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it

video!

[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops.

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video;

[oneminutemaze]

[ The idea that these men know Eames is absolutely not surprising in the least right now. ]

No one's seen him.

video;

[whitetwoguns]

[Ho shi-- talking. Here we go. He props it up on the bar.]

Hey there, little lady.

[Yeah, Ariadne he is talking to you.]

What? He invisible?

[Sipping on a tall glass of beer.]

video;

[oneminutemaze]

[ She's already regretting this, but he's clearly drunk, so there's no use in getting wound up too quickly. ]

He hasn't shown his face since yesterday morning.

[ Ariadne still has a bandage wrapped around her hand, but it isn't stopping her from tapping her fingers on her desk. ]

video;

[whitetwoguns]

[Yikes. What a way to meet. See, usually he's a gentleman. That might be hard to believe.]

Well, maybe 'cuz he knows he done wrong and feels lousy. Or maybe he drank on his own.

[Bandage on her? Baw.]

Easy there. Y'only got two. [Hands he means.]

video;

[saidrepent]

Do you make a habit of broadcasting your nights out?

Also, let Mr. Orange know I have no idea what "Poppins" is, or why I should know who or what that refers to.

video;

[orangetoughguy]

It ain't a what it's a who.

[But obviously still an it.]

video;

[saidrepent]

That doesn't do a whole lot to clear up the mystery here. Or why you thought I ought to know about it.

video;

[orangetoughguy]

Man I barely know you. What'd I do?

[withloadedguns]

Two nights.

Don't let them catch up to you.

[You are so drunk. Did you know?]

video;

[whitetwoguns]

If there's one thing I know [one finger for this one thing] I know. It's how to hold my drink.

[He's catching on.]

video;

[withloadedguns]

Seems like.

But, I guess I meant after.

voice;

[duplicitas]

Charming.

[ natasha is judging your lives. ]

voice;

[whitetwoguns]

I don't think so. I mean, guys gotta have friends.

[Uh. he thinks you're talking about Mr. Eames. Oops.]

voice;

[duplicitas]

Of course. However would he manage otherwise?

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[specifics]

Your filter-

Never mind.

[ They're drunk so he's just...gonna let that one go. ]

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[specifics]

You can always leave him a message.

[ Though what good it'll do he's not sure since Eames isn't answering so he's probably not checking either. Not something to discuss with drunk crayon colors either way, for the moment.

He's more or less stalking Ariadne's conversations though... ]

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[whitetwoguns]

Argyle. Heh. Fuck. [Laughing about it now.] Of course! I'll do that. I'll do that right fucking now.

[And hopefully you'll be blamed for it later if the message is waiting for Eames later.]

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[specifics]

[ Arthur briefly considers telling White to leave Eames multiple messages, to bullshit some idea about how Eames only responds to voicemails if there's a minimum of seven or something, because that's the least he deserves for not answering when Arthur calls too.

But he refrains. Only just, though. ]

What's the occasion?