[RL with Birkin]

[screwloose]

This time Birkin was coming to him, and that suited Stein just fine. He knew on some level that leaving his world for a bit would do him good, but he was involved in some new projects and still trying to work out how to deliver his last one to Medusa. It wasn't a good time to leave.

But a little company was always welcome, especially if it was like-minded company.

He'd taken a little trip to the store earlier in the day and bought an array of liquors - some bourbon, some gin, some tequila, and some rum. He didn't really know what Birkin liked, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a variety on hand.

And now he was at the computer, poking his nose around and waiting.

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Birkin knocked on the door. The creepy ambiance of Death City didn't really bother him that much; he was used to creepy. If anything, he felt more in his element here than at home. The most frightening part about this trip was that he was, essentially, getting drunk with himself. And he knew himself well enough to know he'd be taking full advantage of the situation. Between "clutches" and "cute", Birkin decided maybe water would be a safer bet than anything else... But then, no man grieving his best friend's death would opt for water and he couldn't afford blowing his cover. Damn it.

He stared over his shoulder at the moon, quite literally, smiling down on him before turning back to Stein's house. Birkin had to admit, this place was a little creepy even by his standards.