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Given all the rah rah rah for morality that I've seen lately, I figure the topic should be broached.

To me, it doesn't makes a difference and that's what's taken me so long to get to it. If kids want to drink, they're going to find a way to get to what they want. Not to mention, I hardly hold the monopoly on alcohol. [ he's getting to his point in a very roundabout way, yes. ] I'd also like to say that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't see at least one person drinking on camera, drunk texting or boasting about their inebriated state in some manner or another. More often than not, they're what I'd consider underage. And I'm not inclined to give much of a shit about where the product is going because I'm not profiting from it specifically in monetary value.

We don't have a set legal system. Each of us are from countries or worlds where the age cap varies or is completely irrelevant.

That being said, my point is: should there be an age restriction on those I knowingly permit into [ hm, no he's not going to say my ] an establishment where drinking and partying could lead to one thing and then another? I've seen an awful lot of preaching about save the children. God forbid we overlook their sweet, virgin eyes. If we're going to be stuck together for an indefinite amount of time, this might as well be addressed to [ huh, okay, what word does he want to use with you assholes? ] keep the peace. Or something like it. So, let's have it.

Don't care, couldn't be made to care or alternatively, open it to discussion. [ he's bored enough to let strangers and friends bicker at him and among each other. ] And if you were hired by myself or my [ other half ] business partner, report.

[ the camera angle lowers like he's done or ready to shut it off, instead he's scratching behind his ear and shifting his jaw to begrudgingly announce: ] Oh, and by the way, for those of you that knew him.. I think it's safe to finally assume that Justin Taylor has gone home. [ or wherever the fuck people who aren't dead but simply gone go, he doesn't say but his condescending and bitter fucking uncomfortable smirk implies. ]

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I can encourage you to do so.

[Why does he always make her feel like she could actually do better than she is? Libby doesn't think it's fair.]

I don't--Miles. Come on.

...It's not good for you. You know that.

...this is going to sound--

I--think too much. You don't--maybe you do know. I'm too fucking smart. That sounds so conceited, Buddha.

...All right. What of it?

So alcohol slows my brain down so I don't feel like I'm going to explode all the time, 'kay? It makes me dumb enough to function. So I drink and I can just--I can deal with people.

[Spot the contradiction when compared to 'I don't drink much'.]

...You deal with people sober.

...basically just--you, mostly. And Jesse. And James. I don't think you know James, though.

No.

He's wicked awesome. [Can she distract you? Let her try!] I kissed him. And he's not--you know. Against it. And he likes me.

I'm...glad - [Not completely factual, he frowns and wonders if this boy is good enough for her and are his intentions honest and et cetera - ] And - you should...talk more on the subject later. At the moment, though, a different topic.

[Damn it.]

I need it. I hate most of these stupid people.

...Most manage without.

I can't.

I can't, 'kay? I can't--I try so fucking hard, you know I try. And I'm trying to be good and helpful and inoffensive and I hate every single stupid second of it because I know they hate what I'm actually like but I have to pretend to be somebody else. I miss--I miss my stupid fucking blue hair. But they all think I'm prettier like this and nobody cares why I'm pretty--

I'm not brave like you. I can't.

...I'm not brave.

[And, after a heavy moment - ]

That is why your hair isn't blue any longer?

Braver than me.

Just--forget it. It's just hair. I'll cut back if you want me to.

I want you to do precisely whatever you want to do, Libby. Even if that means you want to...style it into a mohawk or start dressing like Lisbeth. Just as long as it doesn't do you harm.

So not drinking.

You know it doesn't matter if I give myself brain damage or not. Just saying.

[Sharply:]

Yes, it does.

Maybe if I were brain damaged I wouldn't care so much about what's happening to me.

And nor would you if you were dead. Does that mean that state is preferable?

[Silence.]

[But, ever stubborn:]

Answer me. And answer me truthfully, weighing everything that your death would entail. Do not answer me from grief, nor from unhappiness: examine it logically.

No, it wouldn't be better.

No, it wouldn't. Because you'd not be able to experience the world any longer.

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