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[wishiwasatree]

[Poor drunk baby.]

'course you do. [But isn't that person Pagan? Isn't that why he reacted the way he did with Misty?]

I fucked half of Deadwood, but I want something penguin. Just want someone all my own, and I'll love them like that in fucking turn. Be theirs forever.

But that's Pagan for you. He's your penguin.

[brushoff]

[ That person is Pagan and that is why he reacted the way he did but sometimes you're just a stupid baby who kind of wishes your penguin didn't have this other penguin permanently lodged up his asshole.

Dorian makes a small noise of acknowledgement before staring at the ceiling. ]

You're a good friend, Trixie. And you're the smartest person on this fucking ship.

[wishiwasatree]

Nah. [She pulls off his socks and sits up on the bed to unbuckle his belt, but not in a sexy way.] Just not drunk off my fucking tits.

It'll be alright, Dorian. Pagan'll wake up and you can suck his johnson again and live happily ever fucking after.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian's limp drunk noodle body isn't helping Trixie out at all. On the other hand, he's not actively hindering her as she yanks off his clothes. ]

I'd settle for just living happy, [ he points out. ] None of that fairy tale bullshit. Just happy.

[wishiwasatree]

[It's like undressing a rag doll! But Trixie's struggled through worse, so she gets his belt off and shirt and finds something for him to sleep in.]

Figure of fucking speech, Dorian. I know there's no happily ever after.

[brushoff]

True. But it's nice to pretend.

[ He yawns, straight up about to pass out here and now. Don't worry too much about those clothes, Trixie. ]

[wishiwasatree]

[She'll stay until he falls asleep, getting up to tidy around his cabin before she joins him on the bed to read for a bit.

She just wants to make sure he won't wake up still half-drunk and alone.]

[brushoff]

[ He ends up passing the hell out, sleeping the sleep of the absolutely fucking wasted. After a certain point, it becomes apparent that he's passed the hell out and she's free to leave. ]