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[tallasaking]

[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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[bryces_pup]

[They've gotten terribly use to this, haven't they? It's the same old shock, same old pain, same old ways of coping with it. And yet somehow it doesn't get much easier: to deal with, to get used to, or to watch as friends suffer through it.

All she can do, she knows, is just show up and be there for him. That's what she does. Not terribly long after his post, Riona comes up from behind and gives him a gentle hug from behind.]

I'll make sure you make it back to your bed. The hangover will be bad enough. You don't want to be on this stool when it happens.

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[tallasaking]

[He looks up into a cloud of dark curls, and smiles sadly.]

Hello, Mischief Queen.

[He sighs softly.]

No, I do not. I will fall off and break something. I thank you.

[bryces_pup]

[A hug and company aren't much, but it's all she can do right now.]

Me? Mischief? I am offended, sir.

[Except not at all. She releases him and takes a seat next to him.]

The least I can do. Besides sit and drink with you and curse out Atroma.

[tallasaking]

[He hugs her back tightly once more, before he pushes a glasses towards her.]

Well, best catch up. You are woefully behind.

[bryces_pup]

Don't you worry, I'm not one to stay behind for long.

[She takes the glass with a nod of thanks before knocking some it back in one swallow. Not the way wine is meant to be drunk, but whatever.]

I'm sorry, for what it's worth.

[tallasaking]

Well, thank the Seven for that.

[He smirked faintly, before he downed another glass himself.]

...thank you, my friend.

[bryces_pup]

They seem to enjoy the game of giving us something dear, then watching us as they snatch it away again. I'm sure I'll suffer the same in due time. [One day, Alistair will be sent home. She's not convinced she'll be sent home with him, or that she'll be gone before him. Atroma has a long history of being cruel to her, like so many others.]

[tallasaking]

[He looks at her for a long and quiet moment, before reaching out to put his small hand over hers.]

Well, if I am here, we shall sit at this bar again, my friend.

[bryces_pup]

[Riona squeezes his hand back, almost a little too tightly.]

I hope you're prepared to be here quite awhile, if that happens.

[But suddenly she forces out a laugh, giving his hand another squeeze.]

Oh listen to me. I'm supposed to be commiserating and cheering you up, not making things worse. Or at the very least, find a way to distract you.