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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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[The post wasn't up long before Kitty comes walking in the door. Well, in the wall. Doors are oppression. She isn't even here because she's hunting him down to hug for once. Not that she'll skip that part.] It's a good thing I'm on shift tonight. [Heading over to him first.]

[Tyrion doesn't really say anything, just drops himself into her arms and sighs drunkenly.]

Yes ... yes it is. You can get me more wine.

[Thanks for saving the trouble of making her hunt you down. She shows up just long enough after his post that it's obvious she set out straight from the Starstruck. She sits at the bar next to him, and orders herself a drink.

She's not here to dissuade him, or get him to talk his feelings out, or wax poetic about the losses she's suffered in an attempt to commiserate. She's just here to make sure Tyrion doesn't knock his head when he finally falls off.]

[That's him - he's a giver. Or something like it. He looks over at her, then waves that the drink is on his tab as he pours himself another wine.

He sips it, before stating to her.]

So I have made a decision.

[A man after his own heart: drinking away emotions.]

How much do you want to remember today? Because I got some real strong stuff I picked up a few stops ago if ya wanna really kill of those braincells of yas.

...I wish to be insensible. If you can manage that, I shall drink it. Wholeheartedly.

[Well it's only fair he buy this drink, she bought the previous four bottles. She looks over at him and lets the silence hang for a moment before responding. She can't quite figure out what he might be playing at. ]

Yeah? And what's that?

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.

[It is true. See, this is how he catches up with that generosity. One drink at a time.]

I am going to find every lord of Atroma ... and I am going to hurt them. Specifically in the way in which they do not desire to be hurt.

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.

You find them, you let me know.

[She didn't think he would, given how accessible the Atroma were so far, but if he did, she could guarantee he would probably need some help.]

[She holds him, gently petting his hair.] I know you have seniority here, but I'm also not letting you drink yourself into oblivion.

[He hugs her back, just as tightly, before a quiet snort comes from her chest area.]

...well now I know you don't love me.

[This is a lie. He knows she does.]

Rough day for the truth to come out. [Of course she does. That's why she worries.] I'm sorry about Sansa. [She knows they're both from the same world but they were more on the same page this last time than before and aren't likely to return to it if they do meet again at home.]

You shall be one of the first people I message in a bloody rage.

[He really didn't think he would either - but we all can dream of revenge, can we not?]

I know. It seems to be coming in as buckets of misery. [He sighs, and lifts his head to rub at his face.] We are, as always, on the other side of some divide .... why must I always fall in love with people I cannot possibly have?

Hearts are stupid. I mean there could be other factors, but hearts are stupid feels like a big part of the problem. And this place doens't help.

All of your reasons are valid, and true...so why do we listen to our idiotic hearts?

[He Really had no idea at this point, Kitty. What was the point of all this?]

Because when it's good it can be really good. And loneliness sucks. [She knows both well.]

....I am not sure how good it can actually be all things considered, but I defer to your judgement in the matter. [a sigh] However loneliness is a plague, I concur.

It is. It um, even drove me into trying to move on. [Is this the time to bring it up? While you're suffering and she's on the clock?]

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