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[Tyrion is, not surprisingly, at the Malum. What might be surprising is that he is absolutely drunk off his small-man arse. He looks blearily into the video camera, and states in a Very Slurred Tone.]

The Lords of Atroma can suck my gigantic cock.

[He paused, then added darkly.]

And for whomever who cares about these things, and why bother? Lady Sansa Stark has left us once more. I have no idea who she shall come back as - perhaps as a little girl or the Queen of the North. Either way ... she will not be the Sansa I knew.

[He took another long, Long drink off the glass of wine in front of him, before sighing.]

...Don't bother hunting me down - I am at the Malum. I plan on keeping my normal habits of ...what is the word, depressing thoughts until I pass out here on my stool.

[He waves at the camera.] Tah, Fleeters. Until I regain consciousness once more.

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That be a challenge I am willin' to try 'nd meet. [And maybe have someone on call for medical help depending how much they were going to be drinking.] 'll find ya once I get there.

[Luckily it was not a work day for Remy, or the day after. His own alcohol tolerance was rather high, and as his powers grew it only got higher, much to his annoyance. Remy liked being able to get drunk, he didn't like having to skirt the line between a nice buzz and needing his stomach pumped. Bringing along a couple of bottles of really good stuff he had stored away, it didn't take much to spot Tyrion, putting both bottles on the bar next to him and signalling the current bartender for two shot glasses.

Once in hand, Remy poured a decent shot into each as he took a seat, recapping the bottle as he did so.] Ya called, I answered.

Remy .... I want you to know that you are now the third man I would consider sleeping with. You came in above the Iron Bull by a hair before, but now you have a comfortable lead.

[Tyrion exhaled, pulling the glass towards him. He didn't even sniff it, just downed it in one go.]

... it tastes like pineapples. On fire.

[That was... ok, not a bad rank... but a very important question had to follow that up.] Is Jim 'bove me?

[Taking his own shot, Remy held up a finger to create pause as he let the drink burn down, pouring two more, but planning to take the second one slower for himself.] For that drink. This magic drink, be drink roulette. It changes with each glass. Mostly for the best, sometimes for the worse, but by that time ya normally too drunk to care. [That fire stays though.] I got no clue how it works, but I love it.

He is number one - but to be fair - I have known him for a much longer time than any of you.

[Outside of Crowley and that was why his beloved boss was number two, after all. He blinked at the bottle, and then up at Remy.]

... I really must look more into non-conventional alcoholic purchases. This is absolutely fascinating.

...I mean, I don't blame ya. [It would be a little hypocritical of Remy if he didn't agree. But he also was not going to pass on to Jim, his ego easily rivals Remy's and didn't need any more fuel.]

It be a difficult but noble road to travel, riskin' ones taste buds 'nd liver to find what's out there. Plus, 'm not sure we got the medical systems on the ships to pump stomachs if it be needed. 'nd, well, 've done the dyin' thing here, that ain't fun, would rather avoid it. Even if goin' out a fun way.

I am glad to hear that, considering you are more personally acquainted than I am. [Tyrion eyed the bottle once more, then shrugged.] Let us see what happens then.

We talkin' 'bout Jim, or alcohol? [A smirk in place as Remy sipped at his shot again, then raising a hand so he could summon a bartender and get another drink for himself. Shots were good and all, but he was hoping not to get completely knocked out of it too soon. Better to 'water it down' with lesser alcohol.

Though, talking about partners...] Now, considerin' the plan be to not remember tonight 'nd wake up with a horrible headache, I feel less guilty 'bout askin'. I take it this was the femme ya were tryin' to woo.

Oh, we are speaking of Jim ... however I will concede you have excellent taste in liquor as well. [He sipped the next shot, frowning slightly.] Wel that is disgusting.

[He pauses, before he nods his head once.] ... yes. Yes it was.

Well, don't go judgin' m' taste too much on this drink, since it more 'bout fun than a fine bottle of something nice. That, I would had brought out a rather smooth, 'nd what tastes like a well aged bourbon. But that ain't 'get yaself blind drunk' kinda drink. [Although very easy to drink.

Remy offered Tyrion a sympathetic look at that answer, finishing off his own shot and repouring for both of them once again so he could keep up with the other man's drinking.] Sorry to hear, cher.

....well, I say we take a few more shots off this bottle and redeem ourselves with something better. My treat.

[For honestly he wanted to be blind but he didn't want to burn off all the feeling on his tongue.]

Thank you, Remy. [He is quiet.] I have the worst luck, it seems.

Ain't one to turn down an offer like that. [A nod of appreciation. See? Drinking through emotions was much more fun together than alone.

Remy himself stayed quiet for a moment, gaze settled on Tyrion before it returned to his own shot with a sigh.] Welcome, though wish could do more. I could start goin' on 'bout a whole bunch of good meanin' stuff, but know that pretty words don't really help heal stuff like this.

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