Melodrama and a bottle of wine, here's to self expression, here's to everyone that's dead [Post T3]

[chiseler]

[By the time he killed a bottle of wine with a little help from some people, Luke realized he still wasn't entirely feeling better about...everything. Granted, he was also probably a little drunk but whatever, that's besides the point. It's for that reason that he seemingly forgets he could ask the robots to deliver wine and food to his room and he leaves, Backbiter strapped to his back still and not-quite stumbling his way to find a robot to bother. With a new bottle of wine obtained he decides that his room's too far away and makes his way for the viewport instead.

And that's how it became late at night and Luke Castellan's alone in the viewport drinking from a bottle of wine and staring out into space. Even with his abilities nuked a little, and even with his senses slightly impaired, he hears footsteps after a short while and looks up, spotting someone familiar and whistling to get Clover's attention.]

Shouldn't you be in bed? [But he doesn't sound like he cares one way or another. Actually, he sounds pretty happy to see her.]

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[socloverit]

I'm a grown-up, I haven't got a bedtime.

[So this is where this asshole ended up! And she's absolutely taking this as an invitation to prance on over—not that she wasn't going to invite herself in regardless, but this is easier. She's perky as ever in spite of everything, bouncing onto the couch next to him. She's had one other person to pester tonight besides her brother, but she's been on the lookout for Luke.]

'sides, too much sugar. [And she is ever so casually tossing a bag of whatever off-brand passes for Skittles at him. She's definitely been hoarding robot-delivered candy all weekend.]