[Somewhere back in his room, his phone goes off, and Artolo curses under his breath. He still goes back for it anyway, squinting at the light from the windows that make his head pound worse. Maybe it'll be someone from the bar, telling him about colored contacts they convinced him to put in while he was drunk... or something.]
[But nope, just mister angel, and he sighs as he retreats back to the dimness of the bathroom.]
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[But nope, just mister angel, and he sighs as he retreats back to the dimness of the bathroom.]
drunk shenaniigans and thats all i'll say