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[freedrinkplease]

[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

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[eiremagic]

I remember what getting here was like.

[freedrinkplease]

[ Pig's eyebrow raises, and he actually takes a long, hard look at her. ]

When you got here? [ How long ago? ]

[eiremagic]

Four years ago.

[It's been a long, long time.]

[freedrinkplease]

Jesus.

That be a long, long time, foxy.

[eiremagic]

Yeah, that's for fucking sure.

[freedrinkplease]

That fucking sucks, with your four.

[eiremagic]

Yeah, well. That's life, boyo.

[freedrinkplease]

You be livin' all alone, then? With your four years in this place.

[eiremagic]

[She shakes her head]

No, I live with me boyfriend and a flatmate.

You going to need a place to stay? We've a couch.

[freedrinkplease]

Yeah. You don't want nothin'?

[eiremagic]

Nah.

[freedrinkplease]

[ There's a large bit of silence as Pig considers this--weighs the options over carefully. It's a decision he's certainly not taking lightly. ]

Yeah. I go with you, yeah?

[eiremagic]

Yeah, come on, then.

[freedrinkplease]

Sure you don't want nothin'?

[eiremagic]

What would I want?

[freedrinkplease]

[ He shrugs. ]

Lead the way, then.