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[The camera clicks on while he's moving to prop the journal up on a table. The ashtray in view has a burning cigarette, sending a trail of spoke over the right edge of the camera's view. Jigen is grabbing a glass from the table and walking out of view, coming back with an empty bottle of bourbon. Whatever is left in the bottle, he's trying to poor it into the glass.

His fedora his lower over his eyes than usual and when he glances to look at the camera, dark cicles under his eyes make it seem like he was in a bad fight. He obviously hasn't been sleeping well. Last he had heard, his buddy Goemon might have been lifted by the Malnosso... After reaching up to scratch his goat-like beard, then taking the small swallow of what bourbon was in the glass he begins to speak with gravel in his throat.]

I know Goemon isn't dead but... Lupin and I... We're both a little messed up. [He falls silent again, staring at the camera. He takes his cigarettes from his pocket to light a new one, letting the one in the ashtray burn. At this rate, his room would have a sort of fog with the scent of his Pall Malls.] I've been drunk. Lupin's been drunk and angry. Seems like a really immature way of handling the situation but there's nothing else we can really do for him if he's really been picked up.

[Jigen removes the smoke from his lips and lowers his head, a shaky hand holding his fedora to his head to keep it from falling off. The hand with the cigarette reaches forward to the journal to turn off the camera and leave the audio running. The gravel in his voice shallows out, not that he's maybe about to lose it--but he's calming down in a way. For now.] If anyone knows anything about where Goemon might be, please let either of us know right away...

[He'll be at the bar later. If you find him there, he'll be drinking a couple of Dry Manhattans and want some quiet company. Also... Could someone possibly walk the old fool home before (or after) he passes out?]

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[Lupin pulls himself into a sitting position in a daze, briefly swaying as his balance righted itself, and reached for one of those bottles. The water, cold and clean, was refreshing in a small way. He sighed, and cradled his head in a hand.]

...There's not much we can do, is there? Just watch, wait, and strike decisively when the opportunity arises...

[He's keeping his head down on the table while looking over to Lupin. They weren't like this often and when they were it made Jigen feel vulnerable. It had taken him a while to understand why Lupin wanted to sober up now of all times. There was no way they could be hungover when they got the chance to make a move.]

Yeah... We've had our fun being drunk.

[He stands to make his way over to the couch, grabbing one of the water bottles for himself, and falls beside Lupin. As the water washes the taste of stale bourbon from his tongue, he tries to plot as well. Ideas and plans slipping in and out of possibilities and impossibilities.]

We have...

[He heaves a deep sigh, contemplating the possibilities. Then--as suddenly as he decided to start binging in the first place--he grabs the pillow he'd been hiding under and violently throws it across the room.]

Dammit! [With Goemon and Fujiko gone, and Pops acting oddly domestic lately, who were they going to rely on for prior information? Fujiko would know--Fujiko was there for far longer than the likely realized--but he hadn't seen even a smudge of her lipstick on his collar since Christmas.

He takes a swig of water.] These Malnosso bastards are playing us hard, Jigen. [No, the thief wasn't happy about this.]

[Jigen watches Lupin's rageful pillow-throwing. He could share in the anger but was much less quick to show it. Traumatic events throughout his past had readied his mind for times like these... Not to say it didn't frustrate Jigen beyond belief but what good was getting upset over an enemy they knew nothing about? He waited until Lupin had calmed a bit to speak again.]

As hard as it is, we can't let it get to us... [Though he mentally agreed with his own words, his heart was full of hatred toward the Malnosso.] We have to stay tactful and keep our emotions in line...

[A bro hand places itself on Lupin's shoulder.] Let's get a plan going. [Slight pause.] As soon as we're sober...

[He shakes his head, and runs both hands through his hair.] I know. I know. It just pisses me off, is all...

[The Malnosso had the upper hand here--they did the entire time, but they've made a move that Lupin simply couldn't brush aside. The enforced honesty only a couple of weeks after his arrival was one thing. Taking away a bunch of allies was another.] We're just pieces on a big game board for them, so many pawns or low-ball cards that they can toss away and forget about. I don't like it.

[He sighs.] I'm good now. I just--I just need to think is all.

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