( for the lulz | shaun of the dead )

[guinness]

—Right, sorry, you're who again?

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[lager]

[ it's boring. why would you want to know who the father is. it's probably the guy. the guy she doesn't want it to be because he's a loser, pft, boring. ]

I am, I am. And you look like you could use another drink, if you ask me. [ he's plunking himself down right next to Shaun, enjoy the aroma of thoroughly sloshed Gary King. it smells like deodorant spray and enough alcohol to light the pub on fire. but he is buying Shaun another beer, so there's that. ]

[guinness]

[ Now he's got Shaun's attention. ] Cheers, mate. [ His eyes dart down to the beer, then up to Gary. Back to the beer and right back to Gary.

Now there's a bit of a double-take. The drink's barely made it to his mouth, lips hanging open as he stares; he's gaping slightly. ]

—Oh.

[lager]

[ isn't he nice? ]

Whassat? [ you look like you've seen a ghost. or, y'know, your face twin. ]

[guinness]

[ You know what? It's Shaun — so, Shaun just sips at his beer. Waits for this all to blow over, and yet. And yet. ]

Sorry, it's just. You've got a bit of —me ... on your face there, mate.

[lager]

Do I really? Dammit, 'dja spit on me or somethin? [ wiping his face now. look how entirely smart this particular gent is. or wasted. one of the two. ]

...

Or are y'talking about the fact your uh. Your face. It's kinda. Like my face?