[ Eames shrugs and fills up the coffee machine while downing a few fingers of scotch himself. ]
Yeah? Feeling the perpetual hangover, I suppose?
[ For Eames it's usually the opposite. He gets sharp when things go hell in a handbasket. When it gets quiet, he dives into the bottle, because that's when he has too much to think.
The coffee machine gurgling behind him, he leans on the door frame while looking at Blake. Asking about last month isn't probably what he should do - Blake has made it clear he's not going to talk. So, instead Eames decides to lighten the mood by asking: ] Have you already published some of your work or are you still writing your smut simply for private pleasures?
so sorry for the slown!!
Yeah? Feeling the perpetual hangover, I suppose?
[ For Eames it's usually the opposite. He gets sharp when things go hell in a handbasket. When it gets quiet, he dives into the bottle, because that's when he has too much to think.
The coffee machine gurgling behind him, he leans on the door frame while looking at Blake. Asking about last month isn't probably what he should do - Blake has made it clear he's not going to talk. So, instead Eames decides to lighten the mood by asking: ] Have you already published some of your work or are you still writing your smut simply for private pleasures?