[ finishing the last of his glass like a shot, and then swinging his arm around Cloud's shoulder, wincing, because he forgot his arm was hurt, and then pushing him on the back to get him to walk out of the room. ]
[ he lets himself get walked out, though the initial tenseness is at all contact and nothing to do with molly himself. he does look at the arm after that wince because He remembered molly was hurt and is judging a bit ]
You sure you need to drink more and not to pass out somewhere? [ this almost sounds like concern. wowie ]
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week 3, sunday
Sorry they ruined the spa. [ this is the kind of acceptable idle gossip after learning a teenager slowly died locked in a space, yes? ]
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And the drug room.
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anyway he peeked in and saw molly, and while he is giving the widest berth to the stage and looks tense he did come in ]
And the drug room. [ he repeats, dry. ] You look like shit.
[ is this helping ]
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molly just snorts, and looks over at the stage when cloud gives it a wide berth - lifting his drink up. ]
Thanks! You want to go somewhere else?
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Plenty of places to drink around here, come on.
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You sure you need to drink more and not to pass out somewhere? [ this almost sounds like concern. wowie ]