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So, what's the consensus everybody's got? Flood, freak accident, hull breach, Admiral just havin' fun... Just outta curiosity. Seems like no one really got off the hook on this one.

[Private to Vince]

I'm still around. How're you doin'?

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Uh-huh. Sure.

I'm serious, man.

[Yeah, he's not. He's just wasted.]

So, what's "not here" like?

Fucking awesome.

Guess that's somethin'.

Yeah, it is.

[Plus, it involves not banging you, Trip. :|]

You always this difficult, or is this just special circumstances 'cause I canceled your Mexican food back in port?

Don't mess with my fucking food, man.

[Plus he's so head over heels in love with you, Trip. He wants to hug and kiss and fuck you.]

I'll keep that in mind for the future.

[All things considered, probably a good idea he hasn't decided to come looking for you. :\]

Edited 2011-02-18 21:02 (UTC)

Yeah, so you want to come over?

[Wait, he didn't mean that.]

... Sure. [What is your game, Vince. :|]

But I'll need somewhere more specific then "not here".

[Vince is really confused himself.]

Uh, my room. Fourth floor. Room four. Y'know, four four four four.

Yeah, I got it. I'll be right over.

[And here comes unsuspecting Trip. :|]

[In the mean time, Vince tries to tidy his messy room. But this is a little difficult to do while pretty much already wasted. So, he gives up and flops on his bed until Trip arrives and when he does, answers the door with a nonchalant look.]

Yeah, come in.

[He stepped into the room and looked around, noting the mess but not really commenting on it. Somewhat fortunately, he wasn't wearing one of his retina searing Hawaiian shirts and is just in his uniform.]

So, what else is new?

[Vince just kind of smiles and meanders away toward his dresser. He pours out the very last of his tequila in a glass before swaying back to his warden.]

Here, it's good shit.

[And Vince has clearly had a lot of it.]

[Oh, Trip can tell, and already he's wondering how close to alcohol poisoning the inmate is. Still, he takes the glass and looks at him sort of suspiciously.]

So, you been workin' on that bottle for how long, exactly?

[Vince turns with a swaggering step to look at the bottle. It's a handle after all. He looks back at Trip with a shrug.]

Don't care.

Well I do. Guess it's kinda a stupid question ta ask if this is somethin' you do often.

Who says I do it often?

[Just ask Tim, Vince often 'drunk dials' him.]

[Oh Trip is bffs with Tim. c:]

Just a feeling I had.

[EXCELLENT! But Vince rolls his eyes, plopping himself down in a chair, slouching.]

You fucking psychic?

[Trip just chuckles and sits as well, taking a sip of the tequila before answering.]

No, definitely not a psychic.

[Vince points vaguely at Trip.]

That's good shit. Don't waste it.

Don't worry, I'm not some binge drinking frat boy, I know what I'm doin'.

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