[Nick is in the process of exploring the newly accessible rooms when he stumbles across Klaasje in the bar. He's still wearing his normal clothes--though, he knows that sooner or later, he's going to have to use the laundry room and wear that ridiculous jumpsuit.
He slumps against the counter. He looks significantly more exhausted than he was yesterday, though that's not saying much. His gaze flits briefly down towards Klaasje's outfit, then moves upwards to politely avoid staring.]
Anything that'll get me drunk quickly. Maybe it'll help distract from the currently unfolding nightmare.
[He taps his fingers against the bar surface. The edges of his nails seem to be ragged, as if they have been gnawed down.]
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He slumps against the counter. He looks significantly more exhausted than he was yesterday, though that's not saying much. His gaze flits briefly down towards Klaasje's outfit, then moves upwards to politely avoid staring.]
Anything that'll get me drunk quickly. Maybe it'll help distract from the currently unfolding nightmare.
[He taps his fingers against the bar surface. The edges of his nails seem to be ragged, as if they have been gnawed down.]