foo_bar | office hours: round 1.

[he is in there, and he jumps when he hears that, slamming his laptop shut]

W-Wait, what happened to the bottle from earlier?

Gone.

[ Hank's not exactly what you would call... coordinated at the moment, either. ]

I need another one. And this is your fucking fault, so don't fucking play with me, pretty boy.

My fault?

I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?

[he stands up]

[ Hank stares at him. Reeeeally stares. ]

Don't play fucking dumb with me. You know what you did.

[ Eyebrows raised, scowl permanently etched into his face. ]

[he has to think about this and then

it dawns on him.

yeah.]

Ah.

Yeah, you fucking idiot.

[ Hank crosses his arms, looking really quite irate. ]

So. That booze you owe me?

[he sighs, and then sits down again, crossing his arms and leaning against his desk.]

I don't have any with me. Sorry.

[ Yeah, Hank is not backing off. ]

Fuck off. You got some. You have to.

Not here.

[he exhales.]

Besides-- look. Maybe we could chat this out?

So, where?

[ Hank steams. He's not exactly acting rational here. He's already drunk. ]

You think I wanna chat this out? Fuck you! I wanna forget it fucking happened! What do you think the booze is fucking for?

[he glances at the door and is just going to. quietly stand up and edge towards the door]

Hank, look, I'm sorry. [he's not sure why Hank is upset, but he's apologizing anyway]

Let's... close the door?

You're not getting away from this that easy.

[ Uh, oops, look-- Han might totally be legitimately trying to close the door here, but to Hank it looks like he's running away, so Hank is gonna get in his way. This is why you shouldn't get drunk, kids. ]

Tell me where it is. Tell me!

[he totally is trying to save the rest of the hall, but for now he holds up his hands]

Hank, I'm not lying! Let's... Let's calm down, okay?

I'm not calming the fuck down, you asshole!

[ He isn't. He's getting closer to Han instead. I'm sorry. ]

You and him -- and you fucking... Was it good? Was it great? I bet he fucking did whatever you asked, didn't he?

[ Oh, no. Oh no....... ]

[is... is that jealousy? He looks a little surprised.]

That isn't really worth talking about Hank, and I think you need to sober up.

[he's happy to chat out the consent issue just. not... not that way...]

[ the consent thing is actually not the problem here, surprisingly. connor cleared that one up. ]

Shut the fuck up! I don't gotta do shit!

[ Naturally, he doesn't want to hear that. Keep this up and a punch might be coming your way. ]

Hank...

[han doesn't... know? what to do?]

I don't have anymore whiskey. You stole my other bottle.

[ Hank crosses his arms. Is it time for an intervention yet? Or maybe Hank can just keep fucking up his own life. Who knows? ]

Maybe you shouldn't leave shit laying around for people to take.

Okay. Look, why don't we chat when we're both sober? We can have a good discussion then.

[versus now]

Fuck off, you can tell me now!

[ Now is a bad idea. ]

Hank! I am not telling you anything!

[firmly now.]

[ Okay, here comes that punch now. Sorry Han........ He really probably won't remember this. ]

Then why the fuck's Connor so fucked up because of you?!

[ouch-- han stumbles back, but doesn't fall.]

... Hank. You need to leave. Now.

[ At least it was a shitty, drunk punch and not a real one, but -- at least some part of Hank's brain seems to realize he fucked up.

Maybe. ]

Fine! I don't fucking need this! I don't need you!

Now.

[he just broke a major rule, and Han is trying to figure out how to hide it.]

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