[For a moment Richard actually wonders if this is how people felt, talking to him. But there was no way he was as bad as this guy. Melodramatic, miserable, and still somehow attempting to keep himself clinically detached from the whole thing. The alcohol has to be a factor, but it wasn't like Richard knew if it was exacerbating the whole shtick, or if this is what the guy was like with his screws loosened up.
And with the outburst and the fact he's gotten the slimmest of pickings resembling useful information out of him, he doesn't much care.]
Go easy on the sauce. [His attention's already lifting, turning to find a better target elsewhere in the gathering.] You and your dead part falling in the fire'd just make this more of a mess for the rest of us.
[Or be trimming dead weight. But even Richard knows he hasn't been here long enough to make a decision on that.]
no subject
And with the outburst and the fact he's gotten the slimmest of pickings resembling useful information out of him, he doesn't much care.]
Go easy on the sauce. [His attention's already lifting, turning to find a better target elsewhere in the gathering.] You and your dead part falling in the fire'd just make this more of a mess for the rest of us.
[Or be trimming dead weight. But even Richard knows he hasn't been here long enough to make a decision on that.]