Chuck's Grillhouse

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel grinned a bit and laughed as he poked the others arm a few times in total amusement "Speedy Gonzales? I'll haf you know I'm from Spain! Not Mexico!" the grin on his face let Virgil know that he wasn't actually upset and just having fun after his little episode. He then laughed a bit when he was called a hot mess and grinned as he leaned onto the bar a bit before looking over at Virgil "The hottest mess yull ever meet!" he said before wiggling his eyebrows humorously before blinking at what he said next and smirked "Oh really? My Spanish blood can tak...that smells like Gasoline...." Marcel's sentence trailed off as he got a whiff of the glass down before him. He held it up and inspected it cautiously for several moments "The hell...?" he reached over and grabbed the bottle staring at it for several moment as his intoxicated mind read the label "Everclear? Never heard of it..." he sniffed the glass once more and cringed a bit before seeing Virgil take a swig right from the bottle. So of course not to be outdone he quickly downed his entire glass in one sitting, it didn't much of any flavor but it did hit him very noticeably as he felt more light headed than before and even began to sway a bit. Marcel did however grin a bit "Smells like s**t buh shits srong!" he commented with a laugh as he poured himself another glass and after that another. It took a bit for it to really hit him but damn did it sneak up on him after he finished the second glass. Marcel's alcohol tolerance was incredibly high for a normal man but he wasn't infallible and soon enough due to the alcohol content of the Everclear Marcel was now pretty much trashed.

However despite the little red flag that was going off in the Hispanic's head as usual he ignored it in favor of more alcohol "Gimee" Marcel barely got out as he reached out and grabbed the bottle from Virgil "Yaint sobadbuddy" his words began to become less coherent as he followed Virgil's lead and drank from the bottle. Big mistake. As soon as he set the bottle down onto the bar Marcel head fell forward right onto the top of the bar and remained still for a moment before slowly turning to the other man and giggled a bit, an unnatural sound coming from Marcel no doubt "Heheheh Yousonice tomeiloveyousomuch" by then any words that were now coming out of his mouth were nearly illegible due to Mumbling and slurred words all running together. However Marcel slowly lifted his hand up and began push it against Virgil's "Hand.......hand" he began to insistently shove his hand against Virgil's, trying to make his message clear. By this point Virgil could probably punch Marcel in the face and get little reaction as there were few coherent thoughts going through the man's head at this moment other than wanting to hold the others hand for no explainable reason. Either way Marcel was insistent as a dopey smile grew wider and wider on his face the longer he stared at Virgil.


(Translation: "Querido= Dear" .)

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Virgil shrugged when he was corrected about where he came from. It shouldn't have surprised him, the soldier did seem a bit too classy for Mexico though it wasn't as if he'd seen much of the country. Just enough to know he didn't like all heat. Plenty of people probably wouldn't want to deal with the unpredictable mood swings, but he hardly minded. He was just glad the little spitfire seemed to be doing okay again. Considering how Marcel had been easily knocking back the booze earlier, it amused him to see him suddenly cautious about the newest one ordered."Doesn't taste much better..." He tried to warn him, a brow lifting as he watched him drain his glass like it was nothing. "Right?" He chuckled. Way too strong some might say, but he often had to get creative in order to really get drunk. That body of his was both a blessing and a curse. Several more mouthfuls were sucked down before the bottle was taken away, the man blinking at the other as he drank two more glasses of the terrible swill. "Careful, darlin'." He knew all to well how sneaky the liquor could be. There'd been plenty of nights he'd felt perfectly fine only to end up way too trashed a few minutes later.

"He-hey." He huffed out as the bottle was snatched yet again, even going as far as to whine. It was then and there that he knew that he was a little more than just buzzed again. Whining like some damn mutt for a piece of steak. It was soon forgotten as he saw Marcel's head hit the bar counter, a bark of laughter leaving him at the sight. The giggle was indeed a strange noise to hear coming from such a burly looking man. His speech was much slurred for him to understand, so much so he didn't even know what language he was speaking. "Oooh, 'ow th' mighty 'ave fallen." Virgil teased as he glanced down at the hand nudging his own. Smiling a bit, he grabbed onto it and interlaced their fingers together. His touch was warmer than most like he was always running a low grade fever. His free one grabbed the everclear and lifted it to his lips again, his eyes squeezing shut as he swallowed. He licked at his lips as he stuck the bottle between his legs to keep it safe. "Y'know...I think this means I won." Virgil was pretty sure that slumping against the bar constituted as under the table. Though he just might crawl under one to hide from Marcel. That smile was upsetting those butterflies again and he didn't know how to deal with them.

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(OOC: Sorry bout the length, it's a bit hard to come up with stuff to type when the guy is black out drunk and incapable of proper speech xd )

Marcel had continued to simply stare with a dopey smile on his face at the other man and gave a...noise of approval? It was hard to make out if it was even words but he made a positive sound when Virgil humored him and grabbed Marcel's hand. Of course when Virgil pointed out that he'd won Marcel didn't barely react except for what seemed like a chuckle"Idonknowinnjiwed" once again drunken talk was all that left Marcel's mouth. It seemed like for any chance of understanding Marcel needed to only use one word at a time but even then it seemed that he didn't realize this as the Hispanic continued murmuring gibberish. Marcel's dopey smile faded only slightly when he looked at the bar as if searching for something that was no longer there. He then looked at Virgil and made...some kind of noise again, one that bordered on distressing. However a glance down had him smiling again as Marcel turned himself slightly in his seat while still holding onto Virgil's hand. He the reached down with his free hand and began to drunkenly grab at his lap, missing the bottle several times as his clumsy fingers kept on sliding off the bottle and onto the southern regions of Virgil "Drinkkkkkk" he was finally able to out clearly enough as he wanted more of the Everclear.


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All those mutterings and noises the man was making were rather cute. Still couldn’t understand them anymore than Spanish, but they were cute. Virgil felt remotely guilty for giving him the hard liquor. Next time, if there was one, he was going to make sure to keep the diesel fuel out of the Hispanic’s hands. Emerald and gold gaze sparkled with mirth as he watched his struggle, a brow arching at the noise of distress. He didn’t get it though he soon found out, and was ill prepared for it. A hard breath was inhaled when his fingers first slipped and grazed against his lap, the brute soon growling when he didn’t give up on his attempts to get the bottle. As much as it might be fun to let him continue to let him try to get it, he knew better. People were starting to watch them again, and he didn’t particularly like the look a small group if men were shooting them. No doubt it was the hand holding, it didn’t take much to earn unwarranted hatred. “Marcel.” His name came out in a low rumble as he grabbed the wrist of his free hand with his own and gently pushed it back away from the danger zone. “Sweetheart, we’ve only just met an’ it’d be ah shame if y’got alcohol poisonin’ a’fore I’m finished with ya.” He grinned, pretty confident that Marcel wouldn't remember the half joke given how wasted he was.

The bottle was picked up again, Virgil debating briefly before he downed nearly the rest of the bottle. He shuddered a bit as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and offered out the rest to him. "Hungry yet?" Didn't matter, Virgil was. Someone grumbled at him as he leaned out to snatch their menu, one eye closing as he tried to focus on the lists of food the place had offer. "I'mma need like...twen-" He started once he had a servers attention, doing his best not to slur his words too badly. "Nah...forty o' dese slider thingies." Hopefully it would be enough.

( OOC: No worries! Long as you're having fun, that's all that matters! :3 I feel like I should be the one apologizing for writing so dang much all the time. )

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By Bi Blitz

 

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(OOC: Oh hell nah! I love the long posts! It gives me stuff to work with as well as giving insight into characters )

Marcel whined a bit when his hand was removed from where the bottle was, he wanted more! However his cloudy gaze looked up when his heard his name be spoken and a stupid grin grew on his face and made a sputtering noise with his lips to show disagreement with what was said. None the less he did however give a pout when the rest of the ever clear was drank by the other man. He made more whining noises but it was all soon forgotten when Virgil asked if he were hungry which earned him a pleased response from the trashed man "Yousoogoododmiwe" was sputtered out until he looked at the menu and shot his free hand up in a shaky fist pump "Wooooo Fooooood!" he cheered a bit loudly which no doubt earned more glares that the Hispanic certainly took no notice of at all. Had he just been a tad more sober and not touched the Ever clear he would have easily flipped them the middle finger and ignored them afterwards. Of course that was also how fights got started with him so maybe it was for the best that he was this sloshed.


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It was really hard to not fall off his stool laughing at his companion's antics. Virgil managed though, leaning over the counter and resting his forehead on his arm as his form slightly shook with laughter at him. In some way, it almost felt like he was babysitting a giant puppy. Ironic, consider what he was. "'Ell...Maybe I should stop spoilin' ya." His let out a soft pant as he sat back up right, shaking his head a bit as he gently rubbed the back of the hand he was holding with his thumb. It would take quite a few bottles of ever clear to get the bigger man to completely drop his guard, and the unusual urge to protect the other had him occasionally checking their vicinity to make sure no one was trying to get a drop on them.

When the food finally arrived, he started to pull the platter closer to himself though he managed to catch the action. His head hung down as he grumbled underneath his breath and glanced at the happy drunk out of the corner of his eye. His mother had raised him better than that, eating in front of another person was just rude even though his food aggression was arguing differently. After pushing it back between them, Virgil grabbed one of the mini burgers and took a dainty bite. His manners wouldn't last, however. Once he realized how good it tasted, the crammed the whole thing into his mouth and reached out to grab two more.

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Marcel would begin to laugh with Virgil as while he laughed at him. It was certainly not how he thought his day would go but if he were sober then he'd not have had it any other way. The Spanish man grinned as his head lulled to the side slightly "Admiit...heh....yaluvme!" he slurred quite badly after hearing him comment about spoiling him. Marcel was never a happy drunk so this was almost foreign to him and so all he could do at this point was be giddy and giggle the whole time. He then felt his hand be rubbed and this was something that made him visibly relax even more as he laid his head down on his free arm, enjoying the attention. His thoughts were all one big conglomerate of everything at once, the negative thoughts were trying to make their way through but the inebriated mind along with the good feelings he had at this moment made him almost emotionally normal in a way that he had not been in such a long time, too bad he was too smashed to realize it himself. Without a doubt he'd credit it to Virgil otherwise.

Finally after what felt like forever of just Virgil holding his hand their forty sliders arrived, however just as he reached out himself Virgil pulled it closer to himself which made the drunk pout and huff a bit "Cmomduntease meh" he tried getting out as best he could before the other pushed it back between the two of them. This caused Marcel to grin as he happily took one for himself and began to chow down, although unlike Virgil, Marcel would eat his in two bits each "Goooooood!" he called out happily as the Hispanic swayed from left to right while eating another and another after that "Yous!" he pointed directly at Virgil as the Hispanic seemed to contemplate for a moment or as close to contemplation as he could get"Rock!" he announced before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card "ONME!" he drunkenly cheered as he slapped it....right on top of their plate of food as he sat there with a silly grin.


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If someone had told him earlier that morning this was how he would be spending his night, Virgil would have laughed in their face right before he knocked them out. Drinking with friends wasn't something he did because he didn't have friends. Once, maybe, but those days were gone as well as his friends...Thankfully, the reminder didn't torture him just as much as it usually did. Strange how easy it was for him step over the deep black hole left in him. Instead, he focused on the warm hand locked with his own and the living man next to him. A slightly wicked grin graced his face when Marcel quipped that he loved him. As if. The one the hunter hated the least, maybe. It had to something akin to that if he was there.

Seeing that pout had him snorting in reply. After all the damn teasing the Hispanic had put him through that evening, he kind of deserved it even if that hadn't been his intention. Hearing how happy he sounded when he ate one of the sliders made his whole issue with sharing food worth it, so much so he didn't even want to bite him. If Virgil hadn't been so drunk and hungry, he might have taken the time to contemplate what it just might mean. He almost choked at one point as he swallowed one without bothering to chew it completely, his face scrunching up once he finally got it down. Wasn't as if he learned his lesson if the way he kept stuffing them whole into his mouth was any clue. At least he chewed with his mouth closed, that was about all the manners he could muster for now. The stoic male flinched when Marcel suddenly shouted and pointed at him, those wide eyes staring at him in mild shock until he finished his contemplation. He chuckled softly, swallowing again before he spoke. chu rock." He'd teasingly argue, going to grab a few more burgers when that card smacked down on top of them. It was his turn to pout as he looked at it. But losers did pay, didn't they? A bit of cheese and grease would be licked off the plastic before he presented it to their tender, who didn't look all that happy. The guy was probably ready to be rid of them. "Well, chu 'eard th' man..." The cash Virgil took out to cover the tip didn't seem to help, either. "Service with ah smile." He grumbled with a smirk, finally letting go of Marcel's hand so he could stretch again.

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Marcel was grinning ear to ear the entire time they were eating the food before them. Maybe it was because he thought they were that good or maybe it was the company? Hard to tell but either way when he sobered up later on his cheeks would probably be sore from disuse since the most he ever gave were grins and smirks. He'd begin to laugh at Virgil at one point due to his apparent choking on one of the burgers, Marcel certainly wasn't helpful when he was drunk that much was for sure now. For himself Marcel was chewing away respectably knocking one down after another but not even close to matching the pace that Virgil was, he certainly tried though. He'd laugh loudly again when Virgil licked his card clean, although his laughter was more directed at the glaring tender at the moment. Now that everything was paid Marcel clumsily shoved his card back into the wallet while Virgil paid the tip, not that it changed the fact that the Tender was through with them. Marcel would look down and see that only two were left and so he grabbed one and left the other for Virgil. However he noticed the other had let go of his hand and with drunken insistence Marcel began to nudge Virgil's hand again with his own "Han....hannn" he stated with a sad look on his face. Why he was so insistence on holding hands would be a mystery even to Marcel himself.


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The last burger would be eaten more slowly than the rest had been, giving himself time to savor taste the food. Feeling the hand nudging into his own and Marcel's whines had him chuckling though he lit another cigarette before he took his hand in his own again. 'He's like ah kid.' It was fine by him, his had felt almost empty without the smaller man's in his own. Leaning forward, he rested his chin down on his shoulder as he tried to collect his bearings, his mind just one big alcohol induced haze. It wasn't until he had the desire to take another drag that he lifted his head and placed the cigarette back between his lips. "Ready t'git outta 'ere, doll?" Spotting someone starting to head their way with purpose in their stride had him getting to his feet. Virgil soon learned what a mistake that was, his vision swimming as the floor slightly rocked beneath his feet as if he was suddenly on the deck of a ship. He lightly shook his head to rid himself of the sensation while he shifted his position a bit, instinctively moving to shield Marcel with his bulk while he looked back over a shoulder toward the other customer. A nearly psychotic grin broke out across his face as he noted the male's sudden hesitance to finish whatever his self-purposed mission he'd set out on. He glanced back to him and gave a gentle tug on his hand. For once in his life he had no desire to court the trouble that was brewing.

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Marcel would sit there with a small smile on his face, seemingly content with Virgil holding his hand once again. He simply sat there enjoying the others company very much, at this moment as far as drunk Marcel was concerned, they were the only two in the entire place. He then looked over at the larger man when he asked about leaving and Marcel simply nodded his head with a grin "Mmmmmhm!" he gave an affirmative noise but made no move to get up for a moment, seemingly content to stay there for a few extra seconds. Of course the Hispanic looked over at Virgil when he suddenly stood up with alarm and watched as he seemed to struggle to maintain his footing. However eventually he got a hold of himself and shielded Marcel from the man whom he hadn't even noticed himself. Marcel then looked up to notice the grin that broke out on Virgil's face, even in his drunken haze Marcel knew that he hadn't seen that one before. None the less he grinned a bit when he felt a tug of his hand and got up with luckily little issue, however he stared at the man whom was now standing there staring them down. Marcel in his drunken haze put his hand up in a friendly, if not shaky gesture for the other man "Hay therBuddy!" he slurred once again before suddenly blinking after realizing something. He gave Virgil's hand a squeeze to get his attention "Immagu pee, playnice!" his slurred words ran together but the message was clear none the less. Just as he walked past the other man he heard the other muttering something out loud ********, eh Marcel didn't care as he made his way to the bathroom.

What Marcel once again didn't notice were two younger men eyeing him like a hawk from a corner booth and after a little under a minute they both followed Marcel into the bathroom with dangerous looks in their eyes. Marcel was just stepping away from the urinal when he felt one man's arm wind around his shoulders "Hey there dude, we noticed you with your boyfriend and were just wondering..." a sputering laughter cut him off as Marcel gave them a drunken grin "Eeesnot muhboyfriend!" he spoke with a silly grin on his face, not noticing the looks they were giving him Even better! and with that they were on him in a second, feeling him up and down through his tank top and jeans. Somewhere in Marcel's head he knew this was bad for him but he wasn't entirely all there at the moment. One thought was clear in his head however, where was Virgil? "Querido...?" he spoke out loud, not that the other two noticed.


(Translation: Querido= Dear .)

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Tossing Marcel on a shoulder and carrying out crossed his mind the longer they remained but, of course, he didn't give into that thought. Waiting really wouldn't bother him, and he could have that glaring contest with the fool that was unhappy with their hand holding all damn night if he had to. The man was only vaguely aware that he had gotten up and waved at the other guy like some friendly drunk child. The squeeze finally had him breaking eye contact to look back to him. "Aye..." He murmured as he released his hand, ignoring the other's bigotry muttering whenever the Hispanic moved past him. Virgil had been told to play nice so he would...Well, he would try. It wouldn't be hard as long as no one tried to mess with him. Another grin that only a unhinged person could truly muster was aimed at the glowering man to remind him that backing down was the better option. It seemed to work, his eyes trailing after him as he went to sit back down. 'Wait...' He squinted a bit as he glanced toward the now empty booth, but his mind couldn't remember why the picture was exactly wrong.

Virgil leaned back against the counter's edge as he waited for his companion to return. It wasn't until he finished is cigarette that he started to grow impatient, and it wasn't as if it had been all that long since Marcel had gone to the bathroom since he'd shotgunned the thing down like his life depended on it. 'Come on...He's ah grown man...he can handle himself...'' He tried to reason with his paranoia as he lit another death stick after putting out the first. 'But what if he's fallen an' can't git up?' His conscience was quick to side with his paranoia in the stupidest way it knew how, trying to make a joke to lessen his anxiety about the whole issue. But after all this time, the brute had learned to listen to his gut. The last time he'd chosen to ignore it had not worked out in his favor at all, and he wasn't willing to make that mistake again. Draping his shirt over his shoulder, he started to make his way for the bathroom while hoping that the veteran had merely passed out or something.

But Marcel wasn't anywhere remotely close to being passed out on the floor as he soon found out. His steps slowed to a stop shortly after the door swung shut behind him- two men pressing against his drunken friend on either side and rubbing against him. Pain and rage warred in those multi-hued depths as tilted his head down and focused on the tiled floor for a brief moment as he struggled to get control over himself. So busy were they with exploring his clothed body, they hadn't even realized he was even there. It'd be all to easy to kill them and the thought of Marcel witnessing such a thing scared him. Meeting gaze from where he stood, he smiled to make the monster lurking behind his it more bearable."Dahlin'?" There was a question asked in that single word, the male inquiring if the other was okay with what was being done to him. Virgil believed himself to be man enough to be able to shove his own personal feelings aside and walk away if the Hispanic was up to fooling around with strangers in a filthy bathroom.

Or so he thought, everything shutting down when he saw one of the men squeeze a place the he could hardly approve while the other turned their attention attention to him. "Get lost, you had your chance."

He only growled in response as he moved forward. The boy turned to face him as he approached the urinal. "Are you retarded, old man? I said get lost!" Virgil reached out quickly and planted his palm against the back of his head before slamming it forward hard enough against the wall to knock the young man out. Ignoring the obscenities the guy's friend was shouting at him, he met Marcel's gaze again. "I'm sorry, dahlin'..." Those verdants held so much regret in them.

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Marcel stood there with an almost befuddled expression on his face as the other two felt him up. If Marcel wasn't totally smashed right now he would have put these two through a wall, but alas he was stuck in his completely drunken haze. It was an indiscriminate amount of time although it couldn't have been that long until Virgil had walked in, happening upon the scene. Marcel would look up and give a kicked puppy look at the familiar pet name that was spoken. He had opened his mouth to try and speak but he was promptly cut off by the first guy who had grabbed him in his most sensitive of areas, earning a displeased yelp instead of a coherent word. Of course Virgil's next action of smashing the guys head into the wall earned a silly grin from Marcel while the other man was screaming obscenities. He then tilted his head a bit at the apology and made another sputtering noise with his lips as he walked by them and washed his hands quickly "Pshhhhhhh! Nuworries!" he slurred once again and began to walk out of the bathroom, but not before retaking Virgil's hand once again. It wasn't a far walk until they back into the night air, the sun had set on their day of fun and he then turned around for a moment before grabbing Virgil into another hug, no context at all. Maybe it was his drunken way of saying thank's for saving me? He had no idea. All he did was hold onto Virgil in a drunken hug for a good while.


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Seeing his friend collapse to the floor when Virgil let go of him seemed to be enough to keep the second guy from attacking either of him, the brute crossing his arms over his chest as he kept an eye on the kneeling figure by the unconscious one. The confirmation that he wasn't bothered by his aggressive interruption helped him relax though not by much. If he wasn't so pissed off, he would have found the fact that Marcel seemed unphased by the assault really amusing. Having his hand being grabbed again had him blinking in surprise, resisting the pull on his hand for a few seconds before he followed after him as of he was nothing more than some loyal hound on a leash.

Once they were back outside, Virgil glanced up to the night sky out of habit. Not even the lights of the parking lot and surrounding buildings would be enough to rival the light of the waning gibbous moon in the clear sky. Days until the next full moon were mentally ticked away even though its cycle had no effect over his abilities. His control over them was his own. Feeling those arms wrap around him in another hug had him tensing in response simply in an attempt to hide the fact he was still slightly shaking from the adrenaline rush. It didn't matter why he was being hugged, it only mattered that he was now that he realized how much he needed it just then. "Cowards..." Virgil grumbled softly as he returned the hug, holding him against his torso as he lightly nuzzled a cheek against the top of his head in a show of affection. He pulled back just enough so he could look down at him. "Chu okay?" Holding onto Marcel was far better than going back inside to finish the job.

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Marcel took in the night air with a deep breath and stood there with his silly grin etched onto his face. He would then look up at Virgil and stare at him against the starry night sky, there were some advantages to being slightly shorter. The Hispanic clung to Virgil for a good time burying his face into the others chest, murmuring a pleased noise when he felt Virgil nuzzle against his head. He would then look up when the other would pull back a bit to look at him and Marcel seemed to stare for a moment before nodding his head in affirmation "Cuza youI am..." and as if almost on reflex Marcel leaned up and placed a drunken kiss on Virgil's cheek. Even as drunk as he was a little voice in his head realized that this was the most intimate he'd been with someone for a very long time. Yeah he had random hook ups over the last two years but they were usually messy and quick, almost like what the men in the restroom did with him. Usually he and some random girl would hook up and get a motel room or find the nearest bathroom stall. And there was never kissing or anything remotely romantic, it was always down to business for him. If he were sober that entire thing in the bathroom would never have happened but neither would this so maybe it worked out? Whatever it was Marcel didn't seem bothered as he gave a dopey smile to Virgil before pulling away and dragged Virgil to his truck "Mmplace..." he slurred before reaching into his wallet and pulling out his licence and shoving it into Virgil's hand, he seemed to at least have enough common sense to know that he wasn't coherent enough to explain where he lived. So the address on the licence would be enough.


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