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The hand on Skav's shoulder was an unexpected and grounding weight. They drank it up, memorizing the tug of familiar fingers rather then the masks that bore holes into the side of their head. The haze lifted just enough for Skav to tilt their head and groan out a wordless answer. The alcohol and drugs slowed their world down to a colorful, dark blur, swallowing their mind whole. Their heart was currently racing from memory alone, and the added strain only made them fall deeper into a thick stupor. Skav breathed in heavily again, holding it, counting to ten backwards over and over again under their breath until they found enough energy to straighten and lean across the table. Blue's mask came into focus then, and a harsh, unconvinced laugh echoed from deep within Skav's throat.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"I really am lucky, huh?"[/color][/b] They slurred, swaying to press their head up against the wall as the world turn sideways and then back again, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Waitress slipped me something. I think-- I know, uh, it was a gift from those gentlemen over there. Are they still looking at me?"[/color][/b] Skav twisted to stare at the table, and the group's eyes quickly turned to the jukebox casually. Skav laughed again. Their body had begun to quake from the neck down, and the laugh curled into another drowsy groan. 

The rest of the pub remained none the wiser to Skav's woes-- well, most of the pub. Skav swore they could see a red-dressed blur pacing behind the bar. Poor, guilty, bitchy waitress, their mind sang, and Skav felt distaste swelling in their chest. Or-- maybe that was just their body wishing to dispel all the poison they took in tonight. Skav let their head fall to the table, sighing out around the rush of sickness threatening to claim their throat, and they hissed, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Qrow is a block down. No parking... Here."[/color][/b] Skav shuddered again, stomping their left foot as the static of sleep filled their toes, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Now, now... Give me a moment to plan our downfall."[/color][/b]

Skav turned their head to stare out at the rest of the room again. What was worth noting? The bar wasn't full, nor was it empty. There was a gathering of muscular, unaffiliated bikers surrounding one of the arcade machines, and a businessman was passed out alone at the bar. The group staring at Skav only consisted of four different masks, and they all were working at their drinks slowly. The rest of the room was a quiet hum of life, and slowly becoming a singularly colored blur. Skav struggled to fit all the pieces together. Their left foot had fallen asleep again. Their mind was a swirling vortex of nothing. It was all very distracting and Skav couldn't help but let their eyes slide shut, just for a moment.

Their dream was short and quick and nostalgic; all needles and smoke and smiles worth running from. Skav started awake and hissed out a curse meant for no one, straightening just enough to stare up at Blue's hissing mask. The glass clattered across the table, spilling messily off to one side, and when a few unfamiliar faces turned to inspect the noise an idea formed. Skav laughed once more while they surged up, pushing the now-empty glass over to Blue's side expectantly.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"I need you..."[/color][/b] They slurred, swaying, [b][color=#ff00a5]"To start a bar fight. Throw the glass at the--the tattooed guys. By the arcade machine. Just do something to cause a commotion."[/color][/b] Skav pressed back into their seat and let their head droop, once again losing their ability to move more than an inch a minute.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"Commotion... And then we book it. I'll try to sober up while you ge-get to work."[/color][/b]