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 Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 7:54 am
Dory would receive a single, garbled text late the evening following the "incident:"Nerpin Text to Dory:i need booze ddddoyo gotan im at my roon i eed a drink
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:26 pm
Dory received a single, garbled message, which made him act pretty much like a dog would when they heard a weird sound from tv. So here was Dorian, tilting his head left and right - if one listened carefully, they may hear a little whining sound from confusion.
After a few moments, he decoded the message, wondering what had Ian so hammered that he required yet more alcohol and confusion. Sighing out of his nose, he looked to see what he had . . .
Two quickly packed beers, and a few bottles of water later, Dory was
standing in front of room 196, knocking on it with one of the bottles.
"I got your text, but you 'ave to promise me you'll drink a bottle of water each beer you take." He said to the door. You are drunk enough, but there had to be a reason, Ian, he thought.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:45 pm
Ian was, for the most part, relatively smashed, but not smashed enough to know up from down and left from right. His message to Dorian had just taken a little too much effort to spend time on it, and not only that but he was trying not to think about the fact that he was in his room again, the one place he'd been trying to avoid since the Incident.
"You come in," Ian said, his voice slightly muffled through the door, and it was difficult to tell whether the words were slurred or not. "I ain't gettin' up."
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