MINGLE TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[triptoprofiling]

Sorry. I forgot you were traveling with someone.

[He glances over at Blake.] For about fifteen seconds before it was time to work again. I was just doing my job. Publicity's nice but it gets in the way from everything else.

Can't really do that anymore. I'm sort of left in the dust in all this.

[lieutenantantichrist]

None of your damn business anyway. [People travel together all the time. It doesn't mean anything.]

Don't fuckin' lie. You were loving it.

[God knows Blake would have, if it were him.]

[He's kind of curious despite himself.] What did they do, let you run the talk show circuit then shove you on to the next kiddy killer case?

[The lines on his face deepen and his eyes sharpen.] You better not be telling me you lost track of Shaun Mars.

[triptoprofiling]

I wasn't going to ask.

[Huh, this show still going on?

Norman readjusts himself in his seat, teetering between uncomfortable and all-too familiar with his surroundings.]

What are you talking about? I didn't lose Shaun. Probably gone off to find another Pokemon again in the middle of this mess.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[There's a lot of icy roads to drive trucks on.]

[Blake's a little mollified.] Oh. Good. For a second there you sounded like you'd gone and screwed it up.

[He regards the ice and snow on the TV for a while.]

Kid looks up to you.

[triptoprofiling]

['Yeah, sure' he thinks to himself, getting up from the couch. Almost a year now and Norman still doesn't know what in God's name he is doing.

He needed to piss now and so he does, making his way into the bathroom though-- Why is coming right back out so suddenly? And why in the hell does he have a case of beer at hand.]

You should call the front desk. There's a convenience store in your bathroom.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[That Blake could believe.]

[Hey, maybe he's leaving. Damn, wrong door. Wait, that light didn't look right...]

[Blake twists around and heaves a sigh.] Great. Can't keep anything in the goddamn right place.

[He catches the welcome sight of beer and holds his hand out.] Gimme one of those.

[triptoprofiling]

Sure...

[He looks down at the case before walking back over to the couch.] Are you okay with IPA?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake gives him a frank look.]

Right now, I'll take what I can get.

[He pauses for a second.]

As long as you didn't piss in it.

[triptoprofiling]

['I'll take what I can get'

Story of their fuckin' lives.]

You got me Blake. I took a piss in all of them and then sealed them airtight.

[Now here's a trick he learned from undergrad he doesn't utilize as often: using a lighter as a beer opener.

He settles the case on top of the coffee table, picking two bottles from the case. Now-- usually a lighter is an indicator that one has picked up smoking as a habit. But for Norman, being the boy scout that he is, he has his own kosher reasons.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake mutters] Asshole.

[The little thing in Norman's hand catches his eye.] Huh. I didn't figure you for a smoker. You're the kind of pain in the ass who's never done anything you're not supposed to in your life.