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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

Dude, where the fuck you at? I am so on that!

[There is nothing better than booze and a marker, man.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[X,Y]

Then come one, come most! Can you get up to the roof?

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

If there is a working door and stares, I don't even fucking care how many flights I have to run up. I want some booze, man.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Go up to the top floor and lean out the window, I'll pull you up the rest of the way.

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

Fuck yes, I'll be there.

[It took a good twenty minutes for Hanna to get to the building, but jogging up the stairs didn't take all that long. So here he is, poking his head out the window and staring up. He's not sure how easy this will be, seeing as he's small, but he will make it work. Getting smashed sounds to good to give up now.]

Hey! Where you at?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst leans down and offers a hand]

Grab hold! I've got a crate of whiskey, I hope you're thirsty.

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

[Climbing out and standing on the sill, Hanna grabs his hand, marker ready in his pocket.]

Sweet! I so am.

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What are your thoughts on mind altering substances?

[He'd lay his cards out on the table if Horst did, though it wasn't like he was going to not indulge himself if the guy said no. It was just an offer, and a nice one at that.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

What do you call alcohol?

[Horst isn't much for anything stronger, but he's open minded.]

What did you bring?

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

What do I..? Good shit, that's what.

[Now that he's on even ground, he pulls his marker out and taps it against his palm.]

Just this. I've written Runes as payment for my physician at home. He's kind of a substance abuser, but magic's a lot more user friendly, if you know what I mean.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You trust a doctor who takes runes as payment?

[Those must be better runes than the ones he knows. Horst folds his arms, frowning curiously.]

You first.

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

Guy knows about the underworld, patched me up real good too. And i'm dirt poor. You get what you can take, even if he is a skeezy Bastard.

[Hanna glances at him for a moment before shrugging and uncapping the marker.]

What ever you say dude. Dunno how nice my lines will look once I have though.

[He'll just get to drawing on his left hand then.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst watches, and then holds his hand out after a moment. When Hanna doesn't burst into flames.]

I'm convinced. Pretend I'm your doctor.

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[magicxmarker.livejournal.com]

No thanks. My doctor is a huge dick. This one's on the house anyways, for the Whiskey.

[Hanna grin's, goofy like he would if he wasn't affected, and draws an identical run on the other's hand. Like his, it glowed magenta before returning black.]

It takes like a minute or two, but its fucking awesome, man.