RP
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Fern glares at Leo. “Then you do care about winning.” she takes another sip of her water. “Please take it slow guys, if you drink too much you can get sick, or even die. You’ll be terribly drunk when we get out of here.” Fern sighs.
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Snidely sighs and downs his last shot, “I wont get sick over five shots of tequila.” He looks over to Leo, who was staring at his final shot with a look of grim determination, “…I… won’t loose…” he murmured, ignoring Fern, then with a trembling wing he downs his last one, “A-Ah! I win!!” He glances over to Snidely excitedly, smile falling off his face as he notices Snidely already finishing all of his shots and seeming to be unaffected.
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Fern mumbles something and slouches in her seat. “Okay, you won’t die. I was kinda exaggerating a bit there-” before she can finish her sentence, she notices that Leo and Snidely had finsihed their shot. She sits up, cocking her head to the side. “That was fast,”
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Snidely shrugs, “It was only five, though if I drink any more I might get properly drunk.” He glances over at Leo, who seemed slightly over tipsy, “Anyway, we should go before he throws up or something.” Leo glances at him, “I’m not gonna throw up or nothin’…” Leo says, hunched over the bar counter, “I ain’t even drunk.”
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Fern snickers, “Right, you’re not drunk.” she takes another sip of her water, clearing her throat after. She sets her her glass down, standing up. “Alright. Do you guys wanna head out or stay?” she asks Snidely and Leo. She smiles.
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Snidely sighs, running a hand through his crest feathers, “…Probably the best idea… guess we could go back to my place, anyway I’m sure Morphine knows where I live by now anyway…” He stands up, flapping his wings a couple times to stretch them out then walks over to Leo, pulling him up by the wing, “Come on you drunk bastard…” He mumbles. Leo leans on Snidely, retorting, “I already told you! I’m not drunk!” although that was a lie.
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Fern rolls her eyes. “Jeez, that kid really needs some help.” she helps Leo keep his balance. Fern turns her attention back to Snidely, giving him a grin. “So,” she begins. “I kinda have this bad feeling that Morphine won’t…I don’t know…help you?” Fern sounds confused with herself. “I’m not sure what it is. I just have that gut feeling. You know?”
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Snidely shrugs, “No way to tell, gangs are fickle lie that.” He glances at Fern, “Anyway Morphine seems somewhat unreliable.” Leo glances at him somewhat angrily, “We are not unreliable! We’re the shit, man!” Snidely sighs, murmuring profanities under his breath.
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Fern snickers, covering her beak a bit. “I mean, if you say so Leo.” she says jokingly. She lets go of Leo. “Should we go back to where Morphine is? So we can get the information as soon as possible. I’m sure they’ll let us in as long as we’re with Leo, right?”
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Snidely sighs slightly, shifting Leo’s weight onto his shoulder, “I dunno, I don’t want to drag this fuck all the way over there, but whatever.” Leo scowls, “I’m not a fuck, your a fuck. You fuck…”
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Fern can’t conseal her giggles. “You two barely know each other and you’re always at each other’s throats. Even when Leo is drunk.” she shakes her head, looking down. “But, yes,” Fern stops laughing. “I think it would be the best to go back to Morphine. And I’ll help carry Leo if you like.” she smiles, tilting her head to the side.
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Snidely sighs, “You don’t have to know someone well to know they’re a fuck.” Leo stares at the ground for a moment, trying to come up with a retort but only managing a feeble, “Same.” Snidely glances back at Fern, “Anyway, fine, let’s go.”
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Fern only nods, mumbling out an “Okay.” She picks up her pace in walking.
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Snidely glances back to Fern, reading some dejectedness in her voice. He internally sighs, pushing Leo onto his shoulder further. Soon they make it back to the warehouse that served as Morphine HQ.
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Fern walks up to the door, giving it a hard knock. “Hello?” she says a bit unsure. Fern takes a step away from the door, looking back at Snidely and Leo. “I hope they let us in…”