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[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[In the stairwell leading to the second floor there is a sleeping Pliskin. His M4 resting in his lap as he sleeps sitting up.]

[He hasn't found a room yet obviously and the stairs are as good a place as any.]

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...Meryl...

[And he mumbles in his sleep.]

Comments

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[Cautiously lowers his gun.]

Hn. Just be careful.

You alright?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry about that.

[She slowly pushes herself off the wall and steps next to him.]

Why are you sleeping on the stairs anyways?

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Good enough place as any. Don't have a place to stay yet.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Huh. Really? [She crosses her arms, still standing on the stairs.]

There's lots of rooms here! I'm sure you could find a good one.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well... haven't found one I liked yet.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Well, what kind of room are you looking for?

I don't know much about housing around here... but I'm sure you could find your perfect room somewhere in this building, so people like me wouldn't almost be tumbling over you down the stairs.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Kinda liked it here till you woke me up...

[He idly pulls out his pack of cigarettes.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

It's not safe though!

[She sighs, she doesn't feel like arguing. She's too tired from the party and champagne.]

How is that even comfortable? It's terrible for your back.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

The way I see it, it's not 'safe' anywhere here.

[shrugs]

Didn't say it was comfortable.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't get you Snakes at all. Well, good luck with finding a place!

[She cautiously attempts to make it down the rest of the stairs without falling.]

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

My name's Pliskin. Not Snake. [slight annoyed tone]

[He gets up though and holds out a hand to help her down the stairs.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You sure look like a Snake, Mr. Pliskin.

[She accepts his hand, taking one step after. Her mind is a bit mixed up right now, so she's wondering if she had cloned him in the future and named him something else or... she had way too much alcohol to even think of it. She put that in the back of her mind for later.

When she finished walking down the steps, she pleasantly smiled at him.] Thank you.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

[He looks over for a second.] You've drunk.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

All I've had was three or four glasses of champagne, that was it! It's New Years and I'm over 21, I'm allowed to enjoy myself at a party.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Just an observation.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs back.]

Well, thanks again. I guess?