The Trio

"I’m ok with that actually. Oh and I’m Aluzka by the way" 

[  He grinned, holding out his hand.  ]

"Oh you really should. It’s very entertaining" 

      "That just makes you responsible for the actions that follow."

"you can’t imagine the number of people who do look! It really is funny" 

      "Now you just have me interested in trying myself."

"Damnit you didn’t look…..I thought that was going to work. Obviously you can’t drop a pocket but, lots of people look as if they did. It’s hilarious!" 

      "Then I fear for the future of the world if they looked."

"Hey! You there!" She tried not to laugh "You….You dropped your pocket!" 

      "And how does one drop a pocket?"

"No, I feel like I’m gonna explode.." He slurred.

      "Do you need help getting home?"

  Zy had just exited a bar, and he was smashed.  He had resorted to his old ways, and had downed too much alcohol. And when he felt his stomach churn, he groaned, and stopped to clutch his forward. “Fuck..” He huffed, sweat coating his brow.

      "Hey -- are you alright?"

         "Okay good, I feel better."

         "Try not to. But sometimes I just can't help it."

         "Proud? Maybe a little too much."

         "Something I pride myself in."

         "No. Well, Marc is alright with them, but without me they are hopeless."