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[boughtabookstore]

[ See, then, this is totally going to be fine. Quietly refilling, though at least she doesn't drink this one immediately, just kind of swirls it around and watches it. ]

Haven't they just. If I manage to keep everyone alive through this then I'll consider it a miracle. I can't even count on the people theoretically on my side.

[fe_male]

[ Well he doesn't mind starting in on his own immediately, even if he's not going to finish it quite so fast. ]

Why, what are they doing? Because that seems like it sort of defeats the point of having them... on your side.

[boughtabookstore]

I mean, Goodman went out and just had to make a bad situation worse, repeatedly, and Pinkman - Pinkman said he wanted to visit someone as a friend and then assaulted her and she still thought he was her friend right up until the moment he did because apparently he's insane and that's not even touching the people who want toexecute this group because they turned off the lights and the doors and pissed everyone off.

[ Nope, more alcohol. Definitely finishing off that drink now. She's so mad, Tony. ]

[fe_male]

[ ... ]

Jesus. Sounds like your life has been a barrel of laughs lately. You just have another drink real quick before handing that back, don't worry about it. Are they seriously being that ridiculous about everything? Because that's pretty fucking ridiculous. That's genuinely a level of stupidity that I wouldn't have even ascribed to this bunch, which is... sort of saying something. Considering.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She's going to take him up on that another drink thing before handing it back, stare a little morosely at her cup. ]

Everyone's being completely ridiculous. Multiple people have literally suggested airlocking them or some other form of execution with complete seriousness. It's not like they're making anything simpler on themselves, but. Really.

[fe_male]

Jesus. [ Again.. ] That's kind of fucked up. I mean, sure, bad idea and all that, but I wouldn't really call it a capital offense. They're probably not helping, but then, I mean, it's not like any of them apparently has a clear head about anything at the moment anyway. It's like everybody went and lost their minds at the same time, for no reason.

[boughtabookstore]

The only person who even died was on their side, and they got resurrected. A few other people got small injuries.

[ She slumps, leans back against the wall. ] I'm sorry. I don't really know who else to yell at right now.

[fe_male]

[ He shrugs, sips at his drink again. ] Hey, it's cool. I can fake a sympathetic ear just as well as the next guy. Don't worry.

Who died?

[boughtabookstore]

[ she snorts a little, but that helped thaw her out a little, actually, calm her down some. ] Well, so long as we're both drinking.

Seviilia. She's a Death Knight, it's complicated, she was alive again really quickly.

[fe_male]

Oh, we are both totally drinking. I don't talk about things unless there is sex or drinking happening, and I'm not one to try and beat off a gay horse.

That... [ He's just sort of going to pause for a moment and then blink and then drink a little again. Fortifying. ] I don't know if that counts then. They're a little creepy too, right? Is that just me?

[boughtabookstore]

[ she nearly chokes with sudden startled laughter, takes another drink and leans back, far more relaxed than when he showed up. it's good just to yell, it really honestly is. ]

They're incredibly creepy. But it doesn't matter how much I hate it, I don't have the resources to put a Death Knight in prison who's not going to go willingly.