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Anthy-mun (and anyone else who might need them), here are:



...Wine starting to taste less sweet now and more just like wine, just something to pour down my throat until I lose all sense. Tastes like cigarette smoke and green glass and the ripped-up red velour of the bar. Dunno why I feel so down tonight. Nothing in particular, maybe; just the usual ebb and flow of loneliness. Even Neb's been ignoring me lately. Likes playing with the mouse he's found in the coatroom down the hall. Wine tastes like loneliness. That's what it is. Told Reg it was for a seduction, but sometimes it's just to tempt your own self away from the dark.

..And now Tallent's here. Bloody captain Billy Tallent. Fucking hell, Hob. What's next? Of course he's not speaking to you, you sad bastard. Sitting alone in a corner with a spiral notebook as your only friend. Christ knows what you told him the other night as well. Here's hoping you didn't say something fucking stupid like "Talk to me, I like you and I'm alone."

Fell asleep on my shoulder, though, he did.

It... wasn't bad.

It might have been good.

I need another cigarette, another drink, another something. Sick of lonely nights in a bar where you don't even have the moon moving across the window to take your sadness away.



Oh, and for the soundtrack-minded, Hob's theme is now Old 97s, "In the satellite rides a star."