[It's just scotch sloshing around in there. Richie's had about two and a half shots for himself and there's seven more left. He's happy to share, particularly when she doesn't look like she's kidding about his timing.]
A little too often, speaking frankly. Lots of folks went back to sleep this past month.
[He takes the address as an invitation to move forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his trench as his eyes skate over the man in the pod. Stiff lipped, lines cut severly into his cheeks and silvered ends to his brown hair. Thick rimmed glasses that make him pat his own nose in reminiscence. Not too unlike the specs of his past. That's sixties chic there, impeccably dressed from head to toe.]
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A little too often, speaking frankly. Lots of folks went back to sleep this past month.
[He takes the address as an invitation to move forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his trench as his eyes skate over the man in the pod. Stiff lipped, lines cut severly into his cheeks and silvered ends to his brown hair. Thick rimmed glasses that make him pat his own nose in reminiscence. Not too unlike the specs of his past. That's sixties chic there, impeccably dressed from head to toe.]
It was recent, wasn't it? His passing.