ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜱʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀ

[sapphically]

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[obeyyourdm]

That makes so much fucking sense, Buckley. Your brain must be a great place to hang out right now.

... You found the lightswitch. You should celebrate.

[Because encouraging her to get more wasted is the mature thing to do, obviously.]

I'll bring roll ups. We can smoke them and sample Steve the housewife's regular baked goods.

[sapphically]

I can't really complain right now, but I'm sure that'll change in a few hours when regrets abound come back to me.

HELL YEAH but wait I guess that means I have to find Steve then huh.

You are the best, Eddie Munson, no matter what anyone else says about you

[obeyyourdm]

Better to regret the shit you've done than the stuff you didn't, or somesuch zen crap.

Given what you've told me so far, let me play Sherlock and tell you if you want to find Steve you should probably head for the kitchen...

Wait. What's that supposed to mean? Who says what about me?

[sapphically]

Wow what a genius, that actually worked.

Steve says hi.

I don't know what you're talking about...

[ Oh no, she's said too much. ]

[obeyyourdm]

Hi back @ Steve. Tell him to put on something pretty, I'm coming over.

No you do. You have to tell me now, Buckley. Who says what about me???

[sapphically]

He says to tell you that he's always pretty.

Nope, nuh uh, not doing this now, not while I'm not sober.

[obeyyourdm]

Yeah, well, that might be so, but I dont need to see him in his pretty birthday suit [Lies. Absolute barefaced lies and Steve probably knows it, if Robin does relay the message.] so he needs to PUT ON something pretty for me.

Dont reckon there's much odds youre going to tell me when you're sober either...

[sapphically]

Okay wow thanks for the mental image, my brain is permanently scarred. [ How dare Eddie curse her with this imagery. ]

Wellll I probably won't remember when I am sober, if we're bein honest.