Amelia and Taylor ended up talking for the most of the day, all about robots, and how and why they should be taken down. 

Taylor was snoozing out in the small kitchen, head into the fridge for something to snack on. He yawned, but retreated to the living room for a bit without something to snack on. He eventually went to sit in a windowsill where he eventually snoozed off to a slumber. He got abruptly awoken by Amelia called out for him. He jumped down, and retreated to the couches, where he paused. He heard the click of glass bottles bounce against each other. 
"Are you drunk?" he asked curiously, an eyebrow arched in a curve as he came closer. Taylor noticed the clear bottles on the couches, as he shrugged. "Count me in- I could use some." he mumbled, and crashed next to her. He could definitely use some alcohol to fog the train of his thoughts. 

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