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[redhotsummers]

[Alex should have posted about this earlier. He really should have. But for some stupid reason he kept thinking that if he just waited, something would change. That things would...reverse, and be all just a really shitty dream.

But it's not. It's not and Alex needs to just face up to the shitty reality. Which, thankfully he is really good at doing.]

For those of you who knew him,

[Which was, frankly, almost everyone]

Josias St. John is gone. Went back home, or whatever, with the jump.

I have all his shit, so if you want any of it, you're going to have to ask me for it.

[Which, he hopes, is what Josie would have wanted. Lord knows he doesn't know what to give to who.]

On a related note, if anyone has a large enough amount of alcohol to get someone who metabolizes the shit quickly, drunk, I'd really appreciate if you helped a guy out.

Thanks.

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[notmarieanymore]

I'm sure we could find some.

I'll show you how to shoot whiskey like we did back in the South

[redhotsummers]

anything that will get me destroyed, thanks.

[notmarieanymore]

Honey shots, then.

I'll go grab some stuff from one of the bars. Come meet me in my room?

[redhotsummers]

Works for me. Just don't expect me to be good company.

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[notmarieanymore]

it's alright.

[ and lo and behold, whenever he feels like showing up, Rogue is ready with a few bottles of high proof space whiskey. And some honey she found in the kitchens. ]

[debts]

Bad day?

[redhotsummers]

You could say that.

[When the guy you've loved for over two years disappears...its more than just a bad day.]

[debts]

Do you want company or a punch to the face?

[ It's probably not a joke. ]

[redhotsummers]

What, I can't have both?

[debts]

You can.

I just thought they shouldn't both be from me.

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[handelaar]

I want something

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[redhotsummers]

Do you know what you want? I'm uh--I'm in his room right now, so you could just come over...

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[handelaar]

Ok

[Meaning, he's there within twenty minutes, knocking on the door.]

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[redhotsummers]

[Alex hits the proper code to let the door slide open, giving the guy an awkward wave. He doesn't actually know him, but that isn't overly suprising. Josie got around a lot more than Alex ever did.

Bozo, his cat, is currently curled up on one of the beds, looking up with detached interest at the other man, before lowering his head.]

Uh...got any idea what you want?

[handelaar]

[His eyes hit Alex, and then the interior, before he gives a stilted nod back. He stays there at the entrance, unmoving, and completely forgets to introduce himself.

(Might be for the best.)]

A painting. Small canvas, purple hyacinth.

[mindtricks]

are you going to be at your room later?

[redhotsummers]

Yeah.

I'm not--

--I think I'm going to stay disappeared for a while

[Meaning he'll be in his room for days being a sad person and trying to pretend he isn't so upset.]

[mindtricks]

I'm coming over.

[redhotsummers]

Gimme a few hours?

[For him to get drunk and get back to his room <3]

[mindtricks]

Of course

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[forgodssake]

my sympathies.

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[redhotsummers]

Couldn't last forever.

Guess it's--better than a breakup.

[No it isn't. But hey, at least he isn't going back home to death.]

Hank's gone too.

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[forgodssake]

few things do.

yes
unhappy coincidence I'm sure.

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[redhotsummers]

Guess they just wanted to get rid of everyone with his face.

You don't have any booze, do you?

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[forgodssake]

[ That is in fact the definition opposite of a coincidence but Charles doesn't see fit to argue, this time. ]

I have a bit of scotch I can donate to the cause
mind you it is no more alcoholic than the standard-issue paint stripper in the bars