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"And I don't, unless I have a reason to, like a rash on my face. A bruise is fine, but not a rash. I only should worry, when there is something...
He scoffed, feigning offense. "Wow. You are cold hearted. I don't need any help, thank you very much."
"Oh," he said, turning to her, "so you think I look cool? Is that what you're getting at?"
"That almost sounded like you think I'm lying. I only lie in desperate situations or when it leads to a better outcome, obviously. I am telling...
"Of course not. I have plenty of other people to call and drink with, who don't mind it." His hands moved with his words, as if they were the ones...
He pointed to himself innocently. "Me? Never. I'm just telling you what it's like to drink alcohol more than once, that's all."
"That's understandable. First time sucks." He rested his head on his hand. "I would assume you're not going to drink again, but it get better....
"As hard as I could try, I don't think I could visualize you drunk. It's impossible," he laughed. "It's just too unlike you to think of."
"That might be a good thing. It's quite embarrassing," he said, thinking back at the all the times he had decided to drink a bit too much. "It...
"Oh, no. When I'm drunk it gets much worse. Much worse and I like to get intimate." He shook his head. "It's not good."
"That sounds pretty similar to Drunk Francis, to be honest, so let's hope I never drink that much with you," he said, smiling nervously.
"I asked first? If I wasn't drugged up, I would just do it." He laughed. "He seems pretty strange."
"You probably thought it was funny, so you can't complain," he said, raising an eyebrow with a small smile.
"It's okay. We've all done it once," he said, running a hand through his hair. "This place can make people tired."
He followed, nodding. "Yep. Have a nice nap?"
Francis gave up, and stood, walking over to the door and opening it. "Ah, thanks for the heads up."
Francis was sitting on his bed, messing with his watch again. He gave a stressed sigh, bringing it closer to his face and pressing buttons.
(That's fine!)
Francis finished his coffee, sitting there for a few minutes before heading back to his room. His strides were long and rhythmic, and he kept his...
"Wow. You're a grandma. But, I guess I can't say anything because I was the loopy one. I'm probably going to stay here a bit. See you later then."...
