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Okay, so Harrison's remark about don't want to hear it was pretty well justified, Jordan figured. Still, that had surprised everyone, it looked like. He continued to steer Rep down the hall towards the stairs. ... Stairs were just going to be an adventure, weren't they.

"No fights, please," he said. "Not when you're this off balance."

"Y'said you didn't want my pizza. Ok ok he's right. No fffighting. Y'know what we should do. We should go to Marchs's orgy. Except you Jordan, you weren't invited. It's a real sshame because," he looked truly tragic, "I know you were lookin forward to those tentach-ackles."

Rep pouted at Jordan. "Dunno what kinna situation would make Jerry the best choice to kiss in a ********' room. Don't know what kind of like.. what ********.. like stuff, you'd need to be smoking for that to be the case man." He shot Harrison a glare before eying the stairs and frowning. They looked like they were moving from here. "An' eh.. I dunno. My legs are being ******** quitters and s**t."

He snorted at Harrison. "Marc/a**/ is a p***k."

He would have waxed more lyrical the conversation turned to tentacles he tilted his head in an almost canine gesture. " Whass logical about tentacles?"

"Nothing's logical about tentacles, that's my point," Jordan explained. "At least in that kind of context. In an evolutionary sense and in an aquatic environment, they're a lot more practical." He grinned at Harrison. "Thanks for the backup, Officer."

"An investigation?" he asked, pausing a few feet away from the top of the stairs and attempting to brace himself for what he hoped would be a successful descent.

He glanced over to watch Rep's response to the question; the guy would probably get indignant about it, and he'd either have to balance the flailing or keep him from trying to take a swing at Harrison.

"I am a Officer ok. I said earlier, he's got a kinda- a kinda, ok, you said your piece about it but I'm not- I'm not, he doesn't fool me, ok. Maybe it's th'glashes," Harrison considered.

Might give him a stat buff, B0nez said.

Glasses he could work with.

"Oh y'mean like if the ******** Apclyse horsses were ridin'. Be a shame ifff that happened week afffter next, since I promished Marcsch I'd do his sub duty tthenn," Harrison snickered.

"...Not ********' many," Harrison repeated, "Well, thatsh a start."

Rep looked utterly confused at Jordan's comment. "Non-zero percentage." he repeated it in the hope it'd possibly clarify itself. But his brain wasn't co-operating at all. There was something pretty much more important that he should really have been paying attention to.

But before he could figure out what the hell it was, he had to navigate the stairs. Oh god this was hard. He held onto Jordan for dear life as he cautiously reached out with a foot to the next step, feeling extremely dizzy and trying to talk to keep his mind off falling down them.

"I just mean in a..meta..meta..ph..i..example if I had to or I'd like die or go without booze forever."

Another very careful step, a look of utter concentration. "Not Jerry. He's ******** annoying." and another "Not any of the as..ashholes I hate. Like Marcus...or like..Leon."

He teetered a bit. "Robert's too ********' /tall/. I'd need a ******** ladder."

And then his brain caught up with him and reminded him what he was actually saying. He stopped walking downstairs, froze, seemed to realise what he had been saying and let go of Jordan trying to back up. There was nothing to back up /to/ though and he stumbled backwards, nothing at all under his feet as he did so.

"Hey, don't freak out, we're just teasing you - " Jordan reached for Rep's arm again, missed completely as the other man wobbled, and had no time to make a second try as Harrison's momentum was added to the problem. "s**t."

I didn't think he was going to throw himself down the stairs to escape the gay, Ferros said.

That'll be funny later. If nobody gets hurt, that is. Jordan took two stairs at a time, hurrying down the stairs after them.

Harrison hadn't gotten into fights with half the party, so B0nez was able to handle drunken stair-traversing without any scrapes.

Harrison was still dizzy. He let go of Rep's arm, trying to tell the floor from the ceiling. Rep groaned. Still alive. Ok. That was good. He didn't have any more bandaids any way. Right now, though, he was in kind of a pile. Not a bad pile. He registered Rep's mumble, and watched him try really hard to stand up.

Harrison didn't try, he was too immobilized by laughter.

...s**t, he was drunk.