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dotn worry

Not worried about you. Worried about your shop.

Don't do too much damage to it.

okay love

im all still adn non-destructive

[...yes, that he types correctly.]

Uh-huh.

[Like she'll really believe him with that. No, just to make sure he isn't lying in a puddle of booze, books or whatever, she'll start to head down there.]

its true! floors hard but steayd

Hard on the surface and are a bitch when you land on them.

That's why I stay down. [Duh?]

If you say so.

By the way, I'm outside your shop.

oh

why?

To make sure the floor doesn't collapse.

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[Knocks. She's not leaving.]

It's open I think maybe.

[He's better at speaking than texting as a general rule, apparently this even holds true when he's drunk. Not that he's making more sense.]

Then why...[Sighs, why was he saying if it was closed? She enters his shop, expecting him to be on the floor.]

When ya say the shop is closed, lock the door next time.

I said closed, not locked. Close the door again and that's true.

[He is on the floor, although leaning against the counter. Not looking as bad as he feels, but definitely as drunk as he is.]

Next time lock it. [But she does close the door only to take a seat next to him.]

What occasion are you celebrating?

Given some people here, they might just have broken the lock.

[He looks at the device and shrugs.]

I don't know. Take your pick.

Then what's the point of keeping the shop 'closed'?

[Pretends to think.] You're no longer on that girl's list of hot guys here? [Sarcasm, trying to keep things a tiny bit light hearted between them.]

You got around to telling your friends?

I wasn't expecting everyone heading over just because I drink too much.

[Sirius shakes his head and sighs.]

No. I will. Soon.

There's a difference between being drunk and tellin' everyone you're drunk.

When ya do that, people will do this stupid thing called 'worry' and will want to make sure you're not dancin' naked or something else stupid.

I wasn't planning on telling people. I... [What was his reasoning? Damn.] Look, I'm drunk.

So you're worrying, eh?

[Stares at him.] No shit, you're drunk.

[Shakes her head.] More like I'm tryin' ta keep the world from being taken over by a drunk man like you.

Can't even get the world to stop spinning, darling, so I think you don't have to worry about that.

[He rubs his eyes and sighs.]

See a bottle anywhere?

[Rolls her eyes.] Don't call me, 'darling'. Not one for pet names.

[Looks around, she doesn't seem to see any around.] None, but if there was one, I'm taking it.

Sorry. Jus' feels weird, calling you Rogue. [Mind to mouth filter is even less present than usual, so he just says it as he feels it.]

Why, you thirsty too?

It's my name, get used ta callin' me that.

[Shrugs] Maybe I am or not. Why were ya drinkin' ta begin with?

Reckon I don't have that much room to talk, anyway. I'll get used to it.

Er. I was thirsty? [He doesn't bother or maybe just doesn't manage to make it sound believable.]

It happens. I just usually don't get the bright idea to inform the world of it.

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