[HELLO, BECK. Let's say they bump into each other on their way back to the room. Carlos looks a little paler than usual today, but that's probably due to the nausea that seems to be plaguing everyone.
Yeah. There were the three of us, but also this... fourth person, who was dealing. I couldn’t see their face, it was covered in shadow, but - I had this weird feeling that I knew him anyways.
[She seems a little troubled by that, but moves on.]
w0, wednesday.
Either way—]
Tell me you had a better day today.
[The event was not a fun time for anyone, no.]
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Depends on yours, but... Seems like it was rough for everyone. [Bad.] What’d you get stuck doing?
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Found out why the panthouse is written with an a. [He sounds so, so tired.] You?
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[But, also.]
Oh, god. Dare I ask, why is it called that?
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[Beck, you can't just say that and leave it at that.]
It's exactly what it says on the tin. A penthouse, but everything's... denim.
[It was A Lot.]
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[She seems a little troubled by that, but moves on.]
You know, I might actually take the blackjack.
[Because that’s The Worst.]
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[It's been days and he's still high key concerned about that. The quip startles a laugh out of him, though.]
Can't blame you. The first thing half of my team did was suggest we "break the place in."
[It was, indeed, the worst.]
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[But that might just be her impression because of who it reminded her of.]
...Really? That has to be the most unsexy location I can think of.