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Gus finds himself a seat near the fireplace, slouched down into the sofa cushions almost to the point of assimilating with them.

He has a bottle of Harp in one hand, and a deck of cards in the other, which he's constantly cutting and shuffling.

_{[ooc: slowtime off and on today, because it's house cleaning day]

tiny tag: Gus Dickinson, Paul Varjack}

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Hmmm....

The reaction is a bit too much to resist. He keeps casually shuffling his cards, relaxing into the sofa slightly.

"Oh?" Gus asks, knowing full well he's butting in where he doesn't belong. "Everything all right?"

"Everything is fine."

Very interesting indeed.

Gus smiles for the first time in a few days. "No business?" he asks casually.

"It's the very opposite of business."

Gus wasn't completely sure what that meant, but it still managed to bring down his mood, again.

"I see," he lied.

"If you must know, it's an invitation to spend a weekend with a few friends."

"Oh, really?" Gus asked, suddenly remembering an arrangement of his own, that he knew he'd never make. At least he wouldn't be around for the fall out.

"You gonna go, then?" he asked.

"If Oliver wants to."

Gus considers that for a moment.

"Who's Oliver?" he asks.

"One of my friends." I can't help but say this with a sideways grin.

Friends. That's an interesting concept. The only thing friends are good for is stealing money.

"Have fun," he says off-handedly. "Arrange your own ride home."

"What makes you say that?"

Gus catches himself and shakes his head. He tenses up, dropping his cards on the floor again. This time, he leaves them there.

"What?" he asks quickly. "Nothing. Just... nothing."

I pause for a moment, then say, "They've already arranged travel."

Gus laughed ironically. "Good luck," he snorted.

"You're a really paranoid person."

You don't lose two million dollars and not become paranoid.

"Yeah," he admitted. "It happens."

"I think that's a bit more interesting than my little note."

Gus shrugged. "Nothin' new," he said simply. "I was the one stupid enough to sleep with her."

"Oh." That. That always ruins things.

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