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Sparkle had been having a rough... life, really. He'd been having a rough life, starting with when he was little and just getting more and more complicated from there. This whole thing with the shark hurricane had just been one more complication in a long line of complications, and Sparkle had been kind of dealing with it, for a while there. He had! Except that he'd tried to check up on the state of the insurance for Demon Marcus that morning, and he'd been given a pretty stupid amount of runaround, and...
... Look, Sparkle didn't bottom out often, but when he did, he did so thoroughly and generally quite drunkenly.
He wouldn't remember later when he'd decided it was a good idea to go breaking into somebody's house today.
Hell, he wouldn't have been able to tell you whose house he'd broken into. Or whose vodka he'd busted into. Or whose sofa he'd passed out on. He sure as hell wasn't going to remember when one of the residents of the house walked into the living room, paused, squinted for a minute, and then went to grab a blanket to throw over him while waiting for his husband to come downstairs so that he could deal with this.
Sparkle was not Jonothon's problem unless he started getting sick on the floor. He was washing his hands of this one, thank you.
[OOC: For he who knows who he is!]
... Look, Sparkle didn't bottom out often, but when he did, he did so thoroughly and generally quite drunkenly.
He wouldn't remember later when he'd decided it was a good idea to go breaking into somebody's house today.
Hell, he wouldn't have been able to tell you whose house he'd broken into. Or whose vodka he'd busted into. Or whose sofa he'd passed out on. He sure as hell wasn't going to remember when one of the residents of the house walked into the living room, paused, squinted for a minute, and then went to grab a blanket to throw over him while waiting for his husband to come downstairs so that he could deal with this.
Sparkle was not Jonothon's problem unless he started getting sick on the floor. He was washing his hands of this one, thank you.
[OOC: For he who knows who he is!]
