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[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her.

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]

(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

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[He is a perfect gentleman in regards to the booze - he hands it back to Lilith without so much as a drop spilled. Speaking... probably won't do much. But people grieve differently. It might do something. And, after all, Sanya's blade is the Sword of Hope.]

I don't think my memory will tell me. It was so long, and there was so much.

[He takes a drink himself.]

Should make a new toast. To carpet-grabbing? Or... to dealing with hangover?

[Physical pain, at least, is easier to deal with, most of the time.]

Hangovers suck. The buffet should have buttloads of greasy food today and tomorrow? Fried chicken for me, yo.

[Lilith knocks the vodka back, taking the first chug deeper than is safe, but not caring when the end result is going to be the same. She'll let them chitchat and nurse her long bottleneck.]

Blehhhrrr.

They they do. Perhaps a toast to all of the above?

[Vie drinks again anyway.]

To carpet-grabbing, sitting in hallways, allies that will drink with you no matter what, fried chicken and a speedy recovery.

[She hasn't eaten since she heard Marco's message. The Vodka will hit her quick, but she'll sober decently fast.]

Anymore to add to the list?

I would prefer pizza.

[Or several things from home that probably wouldn't go over too well with the ladies, so Sanya doesn't elaborate on the wonders of world cuisine.]

Da. To all of that. And to the company I am keeping right now.

[He lifts his bottle, eying the both of them with a raised brow, and then takes a drink. His tolerance is stupidly high, given his size and practice, but hey, vodka is vodka.]

[Lilith's head tilts, hitting the wall. A grin works its way to stretch from ear to ear-- has she gone from thoughtful to casual on purpose?

Prolly.]

Scratch the chicken. Pizzaaaaaa.

[She tilts the open container to Sanya, and then Vie.]

To pepperoni with mushroom and olive.

[Vie has nothing to add to that. She just drinks when it's time to do so.]

I still haven't tried pizza.

[The Valei girl is happy to divert conversation far from the actual reason why she, and in turn they, are there in the first place.]

And anchovy. Salty little fish makes for best pizza.

[He says this as if he is imparting some great wisdom to the both of them.]

To anchovy. And to Vie eating them.

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