office hours: round 1.

[foo_bar]

office hours daily. i'm here to help... i think.

(screened PCs with han)

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[foo_bar]

Hank...

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

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

[donotlick]

[ 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.

[foo_bar]

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

[versus now]

[donotlick]

Fuck off, you can tell me now!

[ Now is a bad idea. ]

[foo_bar]

Hank! I am not telling you anything!

[firmly now.]

[donotlick]

[ 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?!

[foo_bar]

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

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

[donotlick]

[ 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!

[foo_bar]

Now.

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

[donotlick]

[ Yeah, he's gone. I guess this counts as his suicidal tendency of the week? Y i k e s.

HAHA.... don't kill him? ]