[When Oscar sees the text message, he blanches. Closes his eyes, and carefully moves to text him back, not thinking of Vincent being able to see Oscar texting Varker back from where he'd been trying to read.]
[At first he thought he was getting a relief but NOPE. He really should stop looking at his communicator, but what if it was Arthur or John or Maggie...? He can't ignore his baby sis!
[He needs to take a moment to lean over to Vincent and ask "are these hands prayer hands or begging hands?" because he has no idea. He might have said it more like "what the fuck are these hands" because he has no idea how to handle this.]
["In my bed it's easy...?" He has no idea what Varker's last word is. He assumes. He offers a heavy sigh, and sets the communicator down to pinch the bridge of his nose.
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You're drunk
Please go have some water and rest.
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[You know, the one you made when he hurt you, Oscar. He's been trying, but black out drunk is just out of his reach.]
won t sau it again promse
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You hurt me.
And you haven't even said sorry. You just...
Just put down the communicator, Clement.
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His head hits the table, still holding his glass, and while the room is finally starting to spin, it's not enough.]
I regrrt it. I do
Please.
[There is a short break before-]
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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But what's with those hands...]
No and what are those...tiny pictures?
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[obviously.]
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Well I'm begging YOU
to get some sleep and sober up
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[He's not sleeping, but his hand sure did slip off the table. Maybe don't show that one, Oscar.
At least they seem to stop for the moment. Who knows when or if itll start again.]
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What the hell, Varker.]