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gross motor control at best

of course i went to work

[Functional alcoholism?]

[baneful]

What do you do?

[To be fair, he'd go to work too. But his healing 'curse' means he doesn't really experience hangovers quite like he used to.]

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i'm security at PECS, one of the establishments owned by someone like us in the city

[baneful]

Oh, security. That sounds doable whilst hungover. Unpleasant no doubt, but doable.

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yeah, so long as you're not in the active stages of drunk you've got one up on most of the patrons you throw out

[He's also got Alfred to assist.]

[baneful]

Hah. You make a valuable point.

How are you feeling?

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like i'm going to be looking at the bottom of an empty glass in an hour or so

[totally healthy, right? he probably won't go quite as hard, but.]

[baneful]

I see. I'm sorry to hear it, but I suppose it's an inevitability.

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old habits die hard, as they say.

[baneful]

I'd drink to that.

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that can be arranged, i think.

now that i'm not already plastered.

[baneful]

As a doctor I shouldn't encourage it, but as someone who can appreciate the therapeutic effects of becoming horribly drunk-- I'll be happy to keep you company.

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and i'm sure as someone who appreciates the value of a drink in this city from the position you occupy, having someone pay for yours won't hurt in terms of encouraging you, either?

[It's not like he has anyone to spend the money he'd spent on Teddy on anymore.]

[baneful]

Oh, I could pay, of course. I wouldn't want you going out of your way for me.

[Because even if he does only earn minimum wage and relies on his Dominant to cover most things, he's used to playing the provider, the spoiler. Hasn't fully adapted to his impoverished circumstances, yet.]

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you can pick up next time.

[Don't argue, Julian!! Jeeze.]

[baneful]

Are you quite sure?

[Look. LOOK. This is what he does.]

[stoneup]

oh yeah. completely sure.

[baneful]

Well, if you insist. I really am buying next time, though. When and where?

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[He's not going to go somewhere that anyone can recognize him, so he lists some obscure place in the Up that serves good drinks.]

About two hours from now?

[baneful]

Two hours it is, then.

[And whilst his personal preference is for the slummiest, roughest dives in the Down that he can find, he a. isn't paying and b. isn't the one who lost his contract partner, so he'll say nothing of it. He'll just show up at the location listed at precisely the right time.

At the very least, he's hard to miss.]

Action!

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[Look, Julian, you're only an inch taller than Trevor. Plus the boots.

He'd have favored the dives himself, but he knows that Alucard's more likely to find and check in on him in those places - being in the Up makes that at last a hair's breadth less likely. Unlike Julian, he arrives a few minutes late -- but at least once he arrives, he brings a bottle and two glasses with him to the table.

He may or may not be dabbing a split lip with the back of his hand intermittently to see if it's stopped bleeding yet.]

--Sorry. You know how work can be.

[baneful]

[Just an inch taller plus the boots...but there's also the flaming red hair, the eye-patch, the dramatic red and black attire-- he just cuts a very striking figure, that's all. How he managed to wander about Vesuvia whilst wanted for murder without being arrested for so long is anyone's guess.

In any case, he looks up when the other man approaches, the smile that had begun to break across his face swiftly fading at the sight of the split lip. Never mind that he's sporting a scarred lip himself now - a gift from him Dominant whilst he'd been without his healing magic - his concern is palpable nonetheless.]

Oh, are you quite all right? Do you want me to fix that for you?

[He says it, but he's already beginning to tug off one of his gloves before he hears the response.]

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[He actually has no idea about Julian's doctoring abilities -- so when the other man starts to tug off one of his gloves, Trevor thinks nothing of it.

He merely lets out a faint chuckle at the offer, shaking his head.]

Barely a scratch, honestly.

[And he probably wouldn't even have been hit if he'd been at the top of his game, but he'd let himself get sloppy because of the drinking, and -- well, it was fine.]

Nothing a stiff drink won't cure post-haste.

[baneful]

Barely a scratch perhaps, but I could have it off you in less than a moment. If you'd permit me to lay hands on it?

[He won't do it without being told that he can, but it's clear that - small wound or no - his concern isn't about to fade.]

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[Trevor's had his fair share of being fretted over in the last week or so (it's been bizarre, mostly) to know that the concern isn't just going to go away. He sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair.]

If you're not going to leave it alone otherwise, all right.