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[whitetwoguns]

text; poor, poor attempt at a private to Mr. Eames

HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it

video!

[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops. Almost drops the gadget. Phew. Good save. Now it will be held up higher to prevent that from happening again. The effect is less gut wrenching.]

Mr. Eames. You're a pile of horse shit. Lookit what you're missing.

[It's not the Blue Light, it's another rather less kept establishment. Swaying steps end at the bar.]

Here! Here's our buddy. [Audible pause. He almost says something he shouldn't.] It's [hyuk] Mr.-Mr. Orange. [The man is clearly inebriated too. He waves at the camera which is very much in his face to show freckles on his nose.] What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you wanna miss out? [Teeth! Mr. Orange's teeth. Okay zooming out.]

And over here--[there's a shot glass pyramid in the words that the network device sees for a second] here is Mr. Pink. [Bug eyed and mustachoed Mr. Pink is not so drunk. How nice to not have such a close frame, even when he is speaking:] This is the best fucking use of my time in the past year I've lived in this shithole.

[Whoever is filming, it isn't hard to guess at this point with the usual suspects, laughs. Okay, okay. He shows himself. It's Mr. White! Not surprising. And he is three sheets to the wind.]

Night two, [he holds up two thick fingers like a peace sign grinning like a fool] and you-you're fucking losing out!

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[boutant]

[ The idea that these men know Eames is absolutely not surprising in the least right now. ]

No one's seen him.

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[whitetwoguns]

[Ho shi-- talking. Here we go. He props it up on the bar.]

Hey there, little lady.

[Yeah, Ariadne he is talking to you.]

What? He invisible?

[Sipping on a tall glass of beer.]

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[boutant]

[ She's already regretting this, but he's clearly drunk, so there's no use in getting wound up too quickly. ]

He hasn't shown his face since yesterday morning.

[ Ariadne still has a bandage wrapped around her hand, but it isn't stopping her from tapping her fingers on her desk. ]

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[orangetoughguy]

Hey. I totally sent you a message. Poppins' was a fuckin' no show.

[He sent it to some other person oops.] His loss you know?

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[boutant]

No, you didn't.

[ You're lucky you have legos, Sunny D. ] He never came back.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I sure as fuck haven't seen you before.

Are you new around here?

[They are pick up lines but he's not saying them in a flirty or dirty way. Just in a 'asking questions' kind of one.]

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[boutant]

[ She's beginning to put replying to this on her "bad decisions" list. ]

I've been here for almost a month now.

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[whitetwoguns]

[Hopefully Ariadne knows it's not a pick up line because.]

Jesus Fuck! Pink, she's just a girl. Not your type. Give 'er some breathing space.

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[orangetoughguy]

[There's just Freddy's wtf face because seriously Pink she's a girl and you're not Mr. Brown.]

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[saidrepent]

Do you make a habit of broadcasting your nights out?

Also, let Mr. Orange know I have no idea what "Poppins" is, or why I should know who or what that refers to.

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[orangetoughguy]

It ain't a what it's a who.

[But obviously still an it.]

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[saidrepent]

That doesn't do a whole lot to clear up the mystery here. Or why you thought I ought to know about it.

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[whitetwoguns]

Naw. Naw.

[One of mitts wave at the guy.]

Just this time. A guy's gotta be called out on his bullshit. Leaving a guy hanging is bad, man. Except I guess there were some kinda outside circumstances. I dunno.

[Shrug.]

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[saidrepent]

Right. [He sounds not a little dubious on that.]

It's common for people to turn up missing here?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

The book? Like Mary?

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[saidrepent]

Don't know it.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Two nights.

Don't let them catch up to you.

[You are so drunk. Did you know?]

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[whitetwoguns]

If there's one thing I know [one finger for this one thing] I know. It's how to hold my drink.

[He's catching on.]

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[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Seems like.

But, I guess I meant after.

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[duplicities]

Charming.

[ natasha is judging your lives. ]

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[whitetwoguns]

I don't think so. I mean, guys gotta have friends.

[Uh. he thinks you're talking about Mr. Eames. Oops.]

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[duplicities]

Of course. However would he manage otherwise?

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[dropkick]

Your filter-

Never mind.

[ They're drunk so he's just...gonna let that one go. ]

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[dropkick]

You can always leave him a message.

[ Though what good it'll do he's not sure since Eames isn't answering so he's probably not checking either. Not something to discuss with drunk crayon colors either way, for the moment.

He's more or less stalking Ariadne's conversations though... ]

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[whitetwoguns]

Argyle. Heh. Fuck. [Laughing about it now.] Of course! I'll do that. I'll do that right fucking now.

[And hopefully you'll be blamed for it later if the message is waiting for Eames later.]