No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

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July 3rd, Friday night
Stumbling homewards along the bank of the river

I am not sure who is helping who to walk; Iago helping me or me helping Iago. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to grab him and take him over to La Fee Verte ... but he was mopey and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Admittedly, I don't have the best track record with good ideas. We got drunk on absinthe. Then I thought it would cheer him up ever more, so we went to see the show at The Grindhouse. Then Daiyu happened. Before I could say 'boo', we were back in her trailer, chasing the dragon. What happened next is still rather fuzzy. I am pretty sure we didn't have sex, with either her or each other, but I am pretty sure we got a private viewing of her contortion act.

But now my head just hurts, and Iago's giggling madly and stumbling over his own feet, and I may just need to sleep this off.  Maybe I just want to get back inside....

Shake my head to make that crawling feeling go away.  I'm being silly, it's not like I am out alone, after all.  Iago is babbling something about his cousins, and I can't follow any of it.  "You are an absolute mess, do you know that?" I say, half sighing, half laughing. "Granted, I am an absolute mess too." We both stumble and barely keep each other from going down face first into the river.

"We are never telling Glass about this, right?"

(open to Iago and Marbas and Kaeli)

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Iago points out there might be a Lannie in my bed, and I almost groan at that. "Shit, not used to having someone in it on a nightly basis." God these steps seem steep...

"Kitchens that way. Water, juice...whatever you want." I wave towards the kitchen and go into the bedroom. Lannie isn't here, and maybe it's for the best. Can barely think, imagine trying to explain this to your girlfriend who can turn into a wolf when pissed off.

Stip off the ruined clothes and start the shower. Clothes my eyes so I can pointedly ignore the water running red off of me. Finally realize I am snoring when I choke on the water getting into my mouth. Right. In long enough. Get out, dry off, find a pair of sweat pants...

and Iago is snoring away in the overstuffed chair that serves as a couch. Lean over and shake his shoulder; me wet hair dripping on his face.

"Your turn. No Lannie, so feel free to drop in the bed once you're done."